Chapter 21
Doyle
On the sidewalk Kord affectionately bumped against Doyle’s back. “I told Powell to send us the bill. Now we have to find another one. How many graphologists can there be?”
“Owen and I will find one. Unless we all freeze to death out here first. Let’s get to the cars.”
Owen, who’d used Lyft to get to the graphologist’s place, accepted a ride with Doyle and Brandon.
“Meet us back at the office?” Doyle asked Kord as they reached their cars.
“Nah, you can handle this. I’ve got some leads to follow.” Kord smiled that crooked smile Doyle loved.
“Okay,” he said, not feeling he was getting the whole story from Kord. It was a feeling he was getting a lot lately. Something was up with the big guy, but there was nothing much he could do about it right at the moment. Damned und
