Chapter 16
One of these days, Scooter was actually going to think about things before he had to deal with them. A little emotional pre-planning, say. Today…today was not that day.
He fell into his new desk chair heavily. “They will have sent a copy to him, too,” Scooter muttered, trying to convince himself that opening it was the rational and mature thing to do, but f**k, he didn’t want to. He did not want to see his niece’s paternity written out on the sheet. Did he even believe there was a chance that Billie wasn’t Johannson’s kid?
He picked up the brass letter opener on his desk; it had been a gift from Andy to christen the newly decorated office and if it happened to feel like a weapon in Scooter’s hand, that was just a coincidence. “Shit.” He sliced the envelope open with a quick j
