Chapter 2
Nathan Llewellyn was dying. He just knew he was.
His head throbbed, his skin burned, and his stomach roiled. He’d been poisoned. Someone had tried to murder him. Someone who had lost a lawsuit against him or something. Sweat beaded his forehead as he struggled against the queasiness.
He seemed to recall a Dennis Quaid movie from years ago where the whole premise of the movie was that his character had been fatally poisoned and before Dennis took his last breath he was determined to learn the identity of his killer.
Nathan doubted he could be so heroic. How had Dennis even managed to move being so close to death’s door as he was? Nathan couldn’t figure it out, because even lifting his hand to dial the phone had been torture.
“Travis Anderson.”
He opened his mouth to speak, b
