Stephen turned back to the board and tapped on Brian Taylor’s picture. “They have the same features, height, and body type. He claimed to be Redding’s friend and helped him get the job.”
“You could be wrong,” Jaxson commented.
“Yeah, but I’m not,” Stephen said adamantly. “Hey, I’ll be back.”
“Where are you headed?”
“I’m going to question Lawrence Redding’s boss one more time and visit another one of the homes on the list. Then hopefully, talk to Redding. I think I can get him to trust me.” Also, Stephen had noticed during the time he was trying to figure out his case, Brenden had left the office, and he wanted to be gone before the other man got back.
“Need backup?” Jaxson turned and asked him.
Stephen smiled. “Nah, I’m good. Besides, I think if I go alone it will be better. I’m just going to ask more questions just to cover my bases. I don’t want to spook Redding, and he does something stupid.”
Jaxson nodded his head, then turned back to the board staring at it. Stephen enjoyed working with Jaxson. That was a solo case and wouldn’t need any help unless things got too out of control. Jaxson had his own cases to work on at the moment, and he didn’t want to be a bother. Stephen was used to working some of his cases alone. The guys in his last department teased him by calling him the “Lone Agent.” He took a quick scan as he walked out of the building toward Brenden’s office that was still empty. Stephen wished that he and the other man could find a way to work things out, but it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
It made him wonder how they were going to be able to work together. So far, he’d worked on other cases with a couple of the other agents in the office. He’d yet to work with Brenden and Jaxson. They were bound to work together, possibly travel together. He reached his car and got in, he was about to start up it up when he heard the roaring of a bike in the parking lot. He looked up in his rearview mirror and recognized Brenden’s motorcycle as it parked a couple of spaces behind his car.
Why the hell does he have to still be so damn sexy?
Brenden was wearing the standard; he had on black jeans and a leather jacket that hid his muscular chest that was burned into his brain. No matter what the man wore, it always looked as if it was made perfectly for him. Stephen watched Brenden enter the building before he pulled out of his parking spot, thinking how pathetic he must sound to anyone who could hear his thoughts.
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