“My father's death must be connected to Hiram Grey's. They'd met several times last week, even on the weekend. Something funny was going on between them.” When Isaac stood, he winced and blamed it on an old college skiing injury. “How much do you trust your brother?”
I considered my response and showed no uncertainty despite having plenty. “Well enough to know he bears no responsibility for your father's death.” Was Isaac suggesting something different?
“I love your brother, Kellan. We've been pals since college. I introduced him to my sister. We convinced her to follow her dream and obtain a degree in information technology. Natasha and Hampton wouldn't be married with four beautiful kids today unless I'd set them up.” Isaac's voice held a hint of anger or jealousy buried within his wor
