Becca Community.
Luke's grandfather lived here, just a ten-minute drive from the Eno community.
Harley parked in front of a white villa where a tall white-haired old man was tending a barbecue grill, none other than Luke's grandfather, Robert Sullivan.
"Wow, Luke, glad to see you still remember where my house is. I thought our next meeting would be at my funeral."
"Grandpa, I've been wanting to come, but there's always some nonsense in the police station, you know." Luke took out a bottle of whiskey from under the car seat, "A little gift for you."
"Don't think a bottle can..." Robert took the whiskey, pausing mid-sentence, "Oh, this isn't a cheap one."
"Glad you like it."
"Welcome to the gathering."
"Hey, isn't that Luke?" A burly white man with a large beard came out of the house, his head swaying as if he was a bit drunk.
"Hi, Val, long time no see."
The man greeting was Luke's uncle Val Sullivan.
"Beer?"
"Sure."
The bearded man tossed Luke a bottle of beer.
