John tucked his hand back into his pocket after knocking on the door to the address Jim had given him. He’d thought they’d have met up at Jim’s again, but hey, he wasn’t going to complain. This one was closer to him, anyway. He resisted the urge to knock again, impatient to see Jim again. It’d been ages, and it’d been mostly his fault. He really should have tried a bit harder to get time off. He’d make it up now, though.