“Pull up to the gate. Security will come down to meet us.” Paul pulled to a stop. Ann saw the guard walking down to meet them and lowered her window. “Good evening, George. I have one guest tonight.” “Good evening, Miss Silver.” The dog tried to lean around the headrest to put his head out the open window. “And to you, Midnight.” The security guard circled the car, checking the underside of the vehicle with a mirror and stopped at the driver’s door. “May I see your identification, sir?” He accepted Paul’s credentials, made a call, and returned the items. “Thank you. Please follow the drive, pull around to the north side of the house, and park next to the silver van.” The gate slowly opened. Paul proceeded up the winding drive. Six cars were parked in a side lot. He parked. Ann stepped out of the car and let Black out. The dog got a hold on his rubber toy and led the way to the side door.
