The bodyguard and the driver took the old man's arms and the four of them crept up the walk, moving at an old man's pace. The front door opened almost at once, revealing a burly man in his middle forties. He was short but wide, with a weight lifter's chest and thin legs. His face was round, and pocked so badly he looked like a pineapple; his arms were covered with gang tats and scars. He studied Pike, then looked at the old man and held his door wider.