Dillon watched his brother make his way through the rows of desks with a mixture of relief and dread. He’d had a lot of time to think while sitting in a chair just outside the interrogation room waiting for Heath. His brother had sounded none to happy on the phone.
He probably had a hot date, and being called down to the police station in the middle of the night was screwing with his plans.
At six-two, Heath was just a couple of inches taller than him. Same brownish hair, though Heath’s was cut short to stay out his way while he was working as a firefighter for the city of Reed. Same light green eyes.
Physically, the two were a close match. But that’s where all similarity ceased. Whereas Dillon had done his best to please his parents over the years, Heath could care less what anyone t
