It’s Blackmail, Pure and Simple
From afar one might have mistaken the man gliding around the corner of the house for a burglar; his movements were rapid and quiet. One would have been wrong. The young man was an athlete, his steps rapid and silent. He wasn’t intent on some nefarious deed; quite the contrary, he was visiting his best friend’s home. Johnny “Rocket” Johnson had been the star pitcher for his state championship baseball team. His catcher and best buddy, Byron McKenzie lived here. Johnny knew Byron wasn’t at home; he had to take a summer school class he needed to graduate. But Johnny’d left his ball glove in Byron’s bedroom the last time he’d been over. He had a game later in the afternoon and he needed to retrieve the glove. There was a strange car in the …