Page 18 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

"I want to find my brother's killer and end this game someone is playing with our lives."

He nodded and led me to a desk. He motioned for me to sit. “I don’t suppose you have any information since we last talked? Have you received another text?”

"No. But whoever this is, I can’t imagine they’re done, and I’m concerned, especially for his girlfriend.”

“We just spoke to Ms. McKinnon.”

“Did you learn anything?”

He shrugged, and I knew he was making the decision to keep some information to himself. “While it’s likely the texts and break-in are related to Liam’s murder, we don’t actually know that for sure.”

I arched a brow. “How can they not be related?”

“What I’m saying is that whoever this is, he might not have killed Liam. Perhaps he just knows that Liam had something and now he wants it.”

“Why take five years to figure that out?”

“I’m considering the possibility that the texts are from someone who has been incarcerated and is now out.”

I suppose that made sense. What the hell did I know? I wasn’t a cop. “Have you talked to his old friends again?”

“Trying. You know how it is with talking to cops.” He cocked his head to the side. “Any chance you’re still in touch with your old friends from the neighborhood? Maybe they’ve said something to you.”

I shook my head but decided maybe I would face the demons of my past and see who I could find from Liam’s old crew. “I haven’t been back for five years.”

“How long are you in town?”

“I don’t know. As long as it takes to make sure Lindsay is safe, I suppose.”

His brow furrowed. “I didn’t realize you and Ms. McKinnon—”

“I feel obligated to look out for her for Liam.”

“That’s nice.”

Yeah, well, based on my short encounter with Lindsay, I got the feeling she didn’t care that I was here. I couldn’t blame her. I’m sure I brought up memories and feelings she didn’t want to experience.

“Will you keep me in the loop?” I asked.

“Sure. And let me know if you remember anything or hear anything.”

I rose from the chair and shook his hand. “Of course.” With that, I left his desk, feeling no closer to answers than before.

"Oliver!" A male voice called out, and I found myself wrapped in an unexpected hug from Flynn Donovan. Wow, speak of people from the old neighborhood. Memories of foster care and shared struggles flooded back.

“Flynn.” I looked at him, wondering if he’d been arrested.

He laughed and as if he knew what I was thinking, he said, “I’m a detective, not a perp.”

"Good to see you on the right side of the law.”

"Thanks to you, man." Donovan grinned, slapping me on the shoulder. "So, you're here about Liam?"

Was he on the case too? “Yes. I don’t suppose you have any information?”

“Not specifically about Liam’s case. That’s Riker’s.” He nodded toward where Detective Riker still sat at his desk.

“I just spoke with him.”

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