Reese’s forehead held a crease of confusion when he looked back at the screen.“I’m not so sure it was by choice.”
“Let me guess, this is the theory Holt’s goin’ on about?”
“I think so.But somethin’ feels off about this information.It feels … planted.You would expect it to’ve been in all the reputable Dallas newspapers, but it wasn’t.In fact, I can’t find where any of the local media caught onto the story until long after it supposedly happened.”
“So youdon’tthink it’s true?”
“I think it’s sus.”
“Sus?”Brantley frowned.“What the hell issus?”
“You know.Suspicious.”
“Then why the hell didn’t you finish the word?”
Reese waved him off.“It’ssuspicious.But surely I’m not the only one who thinks so.”Reese shook his head.“Regardless, I’m still not sure the angle Simon’s playing.”
Brantley waited, expecting some sort of explanation.What he got was more of Reese skimming the words on the screen.
“Well, I guess it’s peanut butter and jelly then.”Brantley squeezed Reese’s shoulder but didn’t get a response.
Damn it.He really didn’t want peanut butter and jelly.He was hoping for Whataburger.Or maybe Chick-fil-A.Something with a little substance.And by substance, he meant grease.
“Do you know any FBI agents?”Reese mumbled.
Well, that was random.And more than a little worrisome since Reese was still eye-locked with the computer screen.
“Hey.”
“Hmm?”
“Reese.”
“Hmm?”
“Look at me.”
It took a few seconds, but he finally did.
“Can we have lunch?We can go … somewhere.Maybe Chick-fil-A.You like their salads.And while we eat, you can share what you know so I can be on the same page when we meet with Simon and Holt.”
Reese spun in his chair, and Brantley realized it was so that he could look at the clock.“Holy shit.It’s lunchtime.”
“Yeah.My stomach’s been remindin’ me for the past hour.”
A second later, Reese was on his feet, leading the way out of his office, down the stairs, then straight out the front door.
Brantley remained in the house, whistling for Tesha.She came trotting toward him, ears perked.
“I think it’s safe to say he’s got somethin’ on his mind,” Brantley told her as he hooked her leash to her harness.“Come on, girl.If you’re good, I’ll sneak you some chicken nuggets.”
“Sonuvabitch,” Reese grumbled, hopping out of the truck as Brantley approached.“I’m sorry, girl.”
Brantley chuckled as Reese took her leash and helped her into the truck, hugging her numerous times in order to make up for his oversight.
“Whatever’s on your mind must be good,” Brantley said as he started the truck.“Go on.Let’s hear it.”
“Where do I even start?”Reese askedas they were taking a seat at one of the empty tables near the enormous playground inside Chick-fil-A.
