Chapter 10
Doyle
“What do you mean it’s not his handwriting? Of course it is.” Owen was indignant and snatched the paper from Brandon.
“I think we’re gonna have to let an expert deal with this,” Doyle said.
“I’m not letting this letter go. No.” Owen held the piece of paper protectively.
“My partner’s right, Owen,” said Kord as he rose from his chair and moved to where Owen was sitting. He loomed over the poor kid and Doyle could only imagine what Owen must have been thinking.
Owen backed himself into the chair defensively. “I can’t trust you people. You’re working for him.”
“Technically true, buddy,” Kord said, not moving, which prevented Owen from getting out of his seat. “But the way I see it is that we’re actually working for your boyfriend Gary.”
“My fiancé,” Owen corrected. “B
