Wednesday afternoon, Kyle was standing outside the building housing Brax’s agency. What had seemed like a good idea the previous night, had him wondering, as soon as he’d arrived in the city, if he was on a fool’s errand. “If I am, so be it. I have to find out once and for all,” he decided, after spending most of the day debating turning around and going home. Taking a deep breath, he walked inside.
When he stepped off the elevator, he hesitated again. “Do it,” he told himself, echoing Alex’s words from yesterday. “I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t.”
He walked down the hallway to the door marked Markham and O’Hara Private Investigations, opened it, and entered.
“Holy s**t,” Lynn said, looking as surprised as Kyle felt. He quickly put a finger to his lips. She nodded, say
