ANDY
I was still fuming by the time I reached my Jeep.
Kal had gotten under my skin in a way only he could, and I hated that part of me actually believed him.
I didn’t want to.
I wanted him to be lying. If he’d just taken the folder, I could be mad at him without having to question everything else.
But Kal had always had a tell.
I’d figured it out when we were kids, back when I could get to him just as easily as he got to me. If I watched closely, his face always shifted slightly when he lied.
He let me see it today, and I knew right away he wasn’t lying to me.
Kal hadn’t taken the folder.
Which left me with one hell of a problem.
Who had?
I got into my Jeep and started the engine, glancing at the empty stretch of road where it sat. The clubhouse faded behind me as I drove off,
