By the time Teague and Hoyt finally got back to the condo, both men were exhausted. They had spent over two hours at the police station, much of it waiting to be interviewed by the detective in charge of the case involving the attack on Keir.
While they waited, Teague called Mike Frye, Paul’s oldest brother, to let him know that Paul had been arrested. Mike had accepted the information stoically, saying, “I’ll arrange for him to have a lawyer. Not that he deserves one.”
“Paul’s sick, Mike,” Teague had replied.
Angrily, Mike had agreed. “No thanks to our damned aunts. I knew that before the memorial service. He…” Mike puffed out a breath. “I tried then to make him see you weren’t to blame for what happened to Chris. He didn’t listen. Then when you were involved in catching that man who k
