In five minutes, it was over. The shooters were in restraints and under guard, Bennett also, and Max Rider strode up to the porch and knocked on the door.

"Some welcoming committee," he said to Joe as the two men shook hands. Then he stared at Trey. "Quite a mess you've stirred up here." He grinned. He started to hold out his hand but in a moment the men were exchanging the masculine version of hugs.

"Thanks for saving my bacon," Trey told him.

"Always happy to do a ...