“So you’re on the top of the detective’s list?” Brent said, smirking before taking another drink of beer.
“Why do you think that?” I asked, even though I had a good idea.
“He quizzed me upside down and backward about your relationship with Jake.”
Reed nodded. The three of us, plus Tyler, were in my backyard, drinking and trying to relax. It was after six. The other three were home from work and, as Brent told me—even before he’d gone home to change into something comfortable—Detective Irvin had come by his office to talk with him. It turns out he did that with the others as well. At least with Reed and Tyler. I suspect everyone else on the Lane got the same type of visit.
“Is this a private party?” Chase asked, coming around the corner of the house.
“Hell, no. Grab a beer from the fri
