A Friend?

The silver pickup truck came to a stop on Randolph's Blvd, in the front of Hartley's yard as someone could be seen alighting from a vehicle.

"Ryker, you know... I'm always busy these days.

Oftentimes, I'm away with the Chief on some affairs, and sometimes on his behalf.

But, you have my contact, if you need anything or you have any questions or information that you think should reach me, do not hesitate to message me or call me, even..."

Mr. Fred Maureen had said to Ryker as he decelerated.

Now, as the sleek, silver-surfaced groundbreaking Toyota pickup truck pulled up beside the road, Ryker alighted.

With his pizza package, he closed the door, and came around till he was standing by the driver's side, his adjacency to Mr. Fred was obstructed by the car door;

"Umm... Thank you!"

He said almost perfunctorily, and turned to go.

"You can come around tomorrow afternoon or evening, Jane will be home by then, or..." He shrugged, " well, that is if you want to, anyway..."

Ryker cut in, "Ye