Chapter 12: Cold Sweat and JealousyJason leaned against the doorpost to Aiden’s office. “Who’s Doris?”
Aiden looked up from his papers, a frown marring his flawless forehead. “Who?”
“Doris? Marge and Monica said Tom’s house was in bad shape before Doris died.”
“I have no idea.”
Jason wanted to press for more, but it was no use if Aiden didn’t know.
“Is Tom seeing anyone?”
“Nope, I asked him today, and he said no.” Aiden’s eyes sparkled. “I’m not sure he’s on our team, though.”
Jason wasn’t either. Maybe he didn’t have a team, or maybe he was on both teams, all teams—whatever. Jason wanted to growl in frustration. It shouldn’t be so hard to figure out. “You’ve never seen him with anyone?”
“Tom? No. I’m not even sure Tristan has.”
Tristan. Did his name have to come up every time the
