Bro Code

Mason

Benji glanced over at me when we stopped at a red light. “So you’re sure you’re okay with fifteen grand?”

“Once I see the car, I’ll know for sure.”

Benji nodded. The light turned green, and he pulled away from the line, and then took the first right-hand turn, which brought us down a residential street. We drove a few blocks down where the houses got nicer and nicer until we arrived outside an old white and black colonial-style house. Benji pulled up to the curb and put his car in park. “This is the one.”

I whistled. “Nice place.”

“Right?”

We both got out of the car and walked up the long driveway to the door on the side of the garage. The guy Benji had been in contact with, Tobias, had told us to come in through the garage. His kids were home and having a birthday party, and he didn’t want strangers showing up.

So we knocked once, and then Benji opened the door. I followed him inside.

The guy ha