.” Wren locked the gate behind them before reaching for the handrail of the steps. “Do you make a habit of letting yourself be lured into strange men's homes, Mr. Wiley?”
John memorized the keypad lock as Wren punched it in. “I enjoy experiences. This one is new, so how could I pass it up?”
“Hmm. I hope not altogether new, Mr. Wiley.” Wren pushed the house door open. “I've brought you back here for sex. I... assumed you'd picked up on that?”
“Loud and clear, Mr. Wren.” John closed the door behind him.
“Harold. You should call me Harold. Can I get you something to drink, John?”