Chapter 4
The door to Chad’s home was opened by Parker Riley. He stepped aside, holding the door wide.
“Hello, lieutenant. Long time no see.”
“Mr. Riley.”
“Come, I’ll take you to Chad.” Parker led him down the hall and into a living room area. Chad Storm stood at the window his back to Jack.
Another man sat on the big fluffy plaid couch in the room. He was a handsome blond, polished-looking man in his late forties.
“This is Grant Martin, my stockbroker,” Parker said with a smile. “He came with me to keep Chad company. This is Lieutenant Reeves.”
Grant Martin stood up and offered his hand. “Lieutenant.”
Chad turned then, looking just a little pale. He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, his feet bare. “Thank you, Parker, Grant. I’m all right now, so if you’d like
