Was that my Dad’s BMW? Parked in front of Alex’s house? There was no way that was a mere coincidence. Did I mention that my father was a selfish egocentric bastard who cared only about the amount of money he could produce per hour? So yeah, there was no way in hell that my father would be at Alex Harrington’s doorstep without an ulterior motive.
A feeling of dizziness seized me, but my steps didn’t falter. Out of their own volition, they seemed to continue in the direction of the two men who seemed deep in conversation on the porch, oblivious to my presence.
I stopped only until I could hear Alex’s voice floating in the air, the heavily laden indignation difficult to miss in the connotation.
“Mr. Baxter. I told you that there was nothing…” he stopped himself right in the middle of the
