The crunchy noise of gravel echoed in the darkness and Johnathan began to feel like coming out here in the middle of the night wasn't such a great idea. Bunching his fists, Johnathan laid in wait by the hedge as he heard the crunch-crunch-crunch of the footsteps approach. A figure came around the corner and Johnathan swung a punch. The figure grabbed his arm is it flew past and hurled him onto the ground.
A torch glared into his eyes as he lay spawled on the gravel drive. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I-I'm sorry, I thought you might be a trespasser."
"Well that makes two of us, except that I'm right an' your wrong. Now you give me one good reason why I shouldn't have the police come drag you away."
"You live here?"
"What of it?"
"I'm looking for a man called Robert, Robert McCarthy, he knew my father, George Peters."
"What, you're George's son? Jesus Christ lad, why didn't you say so. Let me give you a hand up."
The man pulled Johnathan to his feet and brushed him off a bit before offering up his hand.
"The names Robert McCarthy." He squinted at Johnathan, "You're Johnathan right?"
"Uhh, yeah, Hey, do you mind if I drive up a bit closer?"
"Sure, son. I'll just turn on the floodlights. Damn things shoulda lit up when you were sneaking around out here. Damn sensors musta crapped out again."
Robert waved in the driveway for a little while and then the floodlights burst into action, illuminating the gravel drive all the way into the grounds of the property. It was lucky Johnathan had pulled up where he had, a couple more meter and he would have driven straight into a gate. Robert pulled the gate open and waved Johnathan in, so he jumped in the car and headed up to the house. Robert shortly joined him and let him in.