Seth again went into his wallet, this time pulling out a faxed copy of the clipping from The Reed Daily Courier about Nathan’s attack.
“Mr. Davis at the paper has a son who manages one of the Mor-co franchises in Chicago. He recognized the name and faxed the entire article to Dad. He and Mom are scared to death, Nate.”
Nathan displayed the first show of anger Bran had seen since Seth arrived. “So what, they decided to send the good son up here on a reconnaissance mission to the deviant? They were so concerned that they sent someone else to do their dirty work?” Nate stood up.
“Well, you’ve done what you came for. I’m not sure who that guy in the picture with you is, but I believe he’s your lover, like I believe Jimmy Hoffa is downstairs waiting in my reception area. You go back home a
