"The woman with the thick waist showed us out through the cool of Frank Garcia's home. Joe's red Jeep Cherokee was parked beneath an elm tree at the curb. My car was parked behind it. Pike and I walked down the drive without speaking until we came to the street, and then Joe said, "Thanks for coming." "I guess there are worse ways to spend a Sunday. I could be wrestling that damned couch." Pike canted the glasses my way. "We finish this, I'll move the couch for you." Friends."