Chapter Thirteen
“What in the world?” Aidan exclaimed as he reached into pick up a thick envelope resting in the holding place. Turning the package over, he saw his son Brandon’s name written across its center. Grabbing the corner of the envelope, Aidan made as if to tear it open.
“Aidan, you can’t open that.”
“I’m sorry? Why not, it could be the answer we’re looking for.”
“Yes, it could. But it could also be something very personal between your son and JT. You have to let Brandon know about it before you open it. It’s his right to see it first.”
“Megan, that’s all fine and good, but we are trying to find the killer. I can’t get caught up in sentimental holdups. Brandon would certainly understand.”
“Aidan, you could overnight it, take twenty-four hours to give your son the option to
