Chapter 20
Doyle
“As soon as we see the handwriting expert, we’ll go to the shop,” Doyle said as he made sure to place the pain pills in his coat pocket.
“I’m hoping he settles this handwriting issue. I know it isn’t Gary’s note,” Brandon said as he bundled himself into his coat. “Owen said he’d show up, right? Because he needs to be there.”
“Oh, he’ll be there.” Doyle’s voice was layered with warning tones. “If he isn’t, I will personally go and drag him out of his apartment.” He carefully pulled a knit cap over the butterfly stitches on his forehead.
“I’ll drive,” Brandon said and held out his hand for the keys.
“But—”
“No buts, I’m not sitting in the passenger seat with you possibly fainting at the wheel because of your injuries.”
“I don’t faint.” Doyle thought the whole tussle
