William never made it to the crime scene. Travis Grayson called while he was on route and he had to pull off to one side of the road just minutes from the bar and answer his phone.
“Uncle Travis, what is—”
“I thought you liked this Radcliffe guy?” Uncle Travis interrupted, clearly bemused on the other side of the line.
“What? I … do.” William didn’t intend the pause, but a blush formed on his cheeks as he knew the “like” he was thinking of was a bit different than what Uncle Travis thought.
“Huh. You’ve got one odd way of showing it. What’s with that article in the news on him?”
“What?” William felt instantly uneasy. “There’s nothing in that article against Anthony. It’s all about telling people how he’s really just a painter and his dog, keeping to themselves.”
“Yeah… that’s n
