“This?” Jake held up Kevin’s wallet, open to his license. Kevin nodded and Jake held it out, as if comparing the photo with the real person. “It’s nice work. Almost looks real.”
“Almost—it is real! You—” Kevin swallowed the words, his cuffed hands clenched in support of his fight for control. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“We know you’re not Kevin Jones any more than I’m Barney Google with the googly eyes,” Matt said, rising to stand over him with his arms crossed over his powerful chest, the same way his mom’s new husband did before he popped him one.
Kevin cowered against the couch, waiting for the blow to fall.
“That’s goo-goo-googly eyes,” Jake corrected Matt with utter sobriety.
“Really?” Matt looked at his brother. “You sure?”
“As sure as I am this is crap,” Jake said, tossin
