CHAPTER TWENTY
“Brandon, you should have seen that place.” Kaya ate beef and broccoli stir-fry with Brandon on her couch a week later. “She’s hiding something.” She stopped eating, holding her chopsticks in midair. “She sure as hell can’t afford a six million dollar home. Holly is broker than I am. Someone bought her that house.”
“So?” Brandon crunched broccoli. “Maybe she found someone to help her out. Is that so wrong?”
“What’s wrong is how secretive she’s being. She calls me over there, gives me a tour but every time I asked how she got the money, she dodged the question.”
“It isn’t your business.”
“It is my business. You don’t see why this concerns me?”
“What, you think Holly did something illegal to get the money for that house? She’s your best friend, you know her better than a
