Seventy

“Dexter!” Mr Burkley greeted him once he spotted him around the corner from the front yard. His house was built miles away from the city right inside the wild because he had a thing for privacy and of course, the environment.

It was a two storey house with a beautiful garden in the back and tall eucalyptus trees that had climbers running up their trunks to provide for a thick border around the house. Dexter remembered once coming over with his father when he was younger and playing near the pond in the heart of the garden, but those days were long over and now, he came with more pressing matters.

Dexter tried to keep his face neutral as he got closer to the older man, who had been his father’s friend and still kept contact with the Black. “I never thought that I would ever see you step o