Unkempt, drunk, angry? Somehow he doubted any one of those alone would work on Block. But crafty and sneaky wouldn’t work, either. He decided on a mix of characteristics and knew he would depend mostly on luck. He parked the truck on the other end of the path he and Lily had used to escape and locked his wallet in the box with the guns. He wasn’t sure what he would find at the Block house and he didn’t want any ties to the Hastings name. What he knew was that going off to northern Idaho without knowing what Jeremy Block had already set in motion was too dangerous. Chance didn’t want to get blindsided but even more than that, he didn’t want Charlie caught in the middle of a situation where everyone around was armed to the teeth. Maybe Block wouldn’t be home. Maybe he’d gone after his kid. That would be good to know, as well, because if Lily got in Block’s way, she was toast. McCord didn’t show up at the gate so Chance marched up to the front door, punched the doorbell three times fast in a row with his knuckle and banged his fist against the dark wood.
