Page 84 of An Unexpected Home

“I’m gonna meet with Tony’s dad and go over the case. What time are you working?”

“We decided last night to not go in until noon, so I have a couple of hours.”

“Why don’t you get some more sleep.” He leaned over and gave her a kiss.

“I might just do that.” She snuggled down into the bed.

He left her to sleep and went to make himself coffee. He really wanted to be back in that bed with her getting some more sleep but there was too much to do in order to ensure her safety.

After he made coffee he took it, along with his laptop and his files on Will Huntington, out on his porch. It was a warm May morning and there was nothing he enjoyed more than being outside taking in the peace of the lake.

He had just opened his laptop when his phone beeped with a text. Picking up his phone he saw that it was Logan.

Logan:

Whose idea was it to get drunk again? And why did I get stuck with all the crazy people?

Brandon:

How is everyone this morning?

Logan:

Mel is knocked out and has been since we walked in the door and Carly and Tony...well let’s just say they are both in her room.

That was interesting.

Brandon:

I’m not sure I’m okay with that.

Logan:

Tony’s a good guy, I don’t think he’d take advantage of her. Plus, have you met Carly? Nobody takes advantage of her.

Brandon:

True.

Logan:

I am planning on staying here today at least until they wake up and go to work. I know I’m no cop, but I’ll feel better being here.

Brandon:

I think that’s a good idea. I am meeting with Tony’s dad today and hopefully he will lead me in the right direction or find something I missed.

Logan:

Let me know if you need anything.

Brandon set his phone down and began going through the files once again. He felt that there had to be something in them that would help him get inside this guy's mind and help to find him.

His phone beeped and it was Ray Scott letting him know that he would be there in less than five minutes. Brandon had never met Chief Scott but he’d heard nothing but good things about him. Not wanting to wake Leah with the doorbell, he picked up his things and went back into the house. He refilled his coffee and then stepped out on his front porch to wait.

A car pulled up a few minutes later and an older man, resembling Tony, got out. “Nice place you have here,” he said, making his way to the house.

“Thank you.” He held out his hand. “Brandon Graham.”

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