I drove to Morty's house in Beverly Hills at about 11:45 pm and parked on a side street. I knew from my first visit that there was a guard shack at the gated entrance and a high fence around the whole place. I was going to have to find a more secluded way in.
Beverly Hills at the cusp of the witching hour was a strange place. It was oddly quiet. There were lights burning in different rooms of the mansions I saw as I walked in the shadows toward Mort's place.
I wondered what went on in those rooms...
Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Maybe you don’t wanna know, Jake...
Christopher over 4 years ago
Probably not.