While Doyle kept one ear on what was going on in the shop—just in case Waterly decided to beat Brandon with her broom—he went through the things he’d stuffed in his messenger bag. After forty-five minutes, he’d read most of the papers except for two file folders at the bottom of the pile. He ignored those because a folder, with the word NOTES scrawled across it, was too intriguing to put aside.
Inside, he found a treasure trove of scribbled notes, hand-written letters, and cards, a few photos with messages on the back, and scraps of paper with phone numbers. There were even a few printed emails.
Doyle saw Gary had a very active life outside of his publicly announced relationships. Like Brandon had said, Gary didn’t even pretend he was the domestic type. Doyle was sure this folder was onl
