The Ferrari made him happy. He decided to go for a drive in it, while I opted for a rest. I hear a knock at my door. I get up to answer it. I’m dressed in street clothes from the walk, so I’m not concerned about my appearance. I ask who it is, but there is silence. The peephole is covered so I can’t see who’s outside. It has to be Scott. I open the door and to my horror it’s Michael!

He stands there staring at me, “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asks darkly.

“How did you find out we are here,” I ask startled to...