OUT FOR BLOOD- The Burn 1.8
Emmett's taxi stops from in front of a house with white picket fence.
“Oh, my.” As he gets out of the taxi, Emmett questions the driver. “This can’t be the right address.”
“This is it.” The taxi man hold out his hand.
“Okay, then.” Emmett pays the drivers, and stares at the house. “It’s like the doll house I always wanted as a little boy.” Emmett eyes begin to tear up.
“Emett Honeycutt?”
“Yeah, that would be me.” Emmett turns around to face an attractive man in his mid twenties.
“Your Fetch, Fetch Dickson,” the man says in shook.
“That’s me too,” Emmett says blushing. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“No, not a problem at all. Would you like to see the house?”
“I love to see the house.”