Chapter 21“Jesus, would you look at these homes.” In the driver’s seat, Mason was staring out at the mansions they were passing by. The huge houses were perched on the slope of the mountain, half of their bulk ready to slide off into the treetops and into the sky.
Henley had missed this magnificent neighborhood. The mystery of it. As they drove up Westmount’s narrow, torturous streets, getting closer to the summit, he sat back and looked out at the familiar houses. There were barely any lighted windows on the streets. No one was ever home in the neighborhood. Where did they go? What lives did they lead? Were they even happy? He remembered how unhappy he’d been, locked up in his luxurious parlor, and how different he felt today sitting here in Mason’s old Ford pick-up truck. Already, he mi
