William stared at the closed door for a few moments, wondering whether to start banging on it, or see if he could somehow get Mate to let him in the back door again.
But first, he needed answers.
Time to call Uncle Travis.
William sat down on Anthony’s step and pulled out his cellphone. He quickly scrolled through his contacts and pulled up the one man who could get him the inside scoop on the police report: good ol’ Travis Grayson.
Travis was a retired private eye that his mother had worked for as his secretary/boss for most of William’s childhood. William’s mother often blamed Uncle Travis for William’s “propensity for snooping”, since he would always be telling stories of his past cases to the young wide-eyed boy who came to his mother’s office after school.
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