#Chapter53

Ben stood in front of the old red brick Italianate home on Jones Street with his work tools in a bag slung over his shoulder as he admired the best-looking house on his route. “Jesus, I hope those lucky bastards moving in here love you as much as I do.”

The new residents of the old Parker house were arriving in the morning, so he had to make sure all the storm damage from last night was repaired as soon as possible. Not that he minded at all. He loved this house from the first moment he saw it a year ago.

His fingers wrapped around the cast iron...