Falling for the Brother by Tara Taylor Quinn

Author:Tara Taylor Quinn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-12-06T19:48:53+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

MASON’S MEETING WITH Gwen was completely unproductive. She swore, looking him straight in the eye, that Bruce had nothing to do with her showing up at his house the other night. Swore that she and Bruce had not spoken in over a week.

She also assured him, quite insistently, that she wasn’t going to tell him how she’d found out about Gram’s abuse and his private investigation. He could guess, though. O’Brien had probably called her in for a talk, on the QT. As Bruce’s only regular partner when he wasn’t on undercover duty, she’d be the one most likely to know if there’d been changes in his behavior. O’Brien would have to be certain that he wasn’t putting people at risk by keeping Bruce on the job while Mason did his looking around.

It all made sense. He just didn’t like the fact that O’Brien hadn’t told Mason that Gwen knew.

He also didn’t like that the woman had nothing but praise for his brother. Translated: she wasn’t being honest with him. No one was that perfect.

Pushing aside an almost constant desire to call Harper, he moved through his tasks. From meeting Gwen to getting the oil changed in Gram’s car, which gave him an excuse to have another look through her house, homing in on her room. And Bruce’s. And the home computer, downloading the hard drive to a large-capacity storage disk to peruse later. He couldn’t access his brother’s personal laptop. He didn’t have a warrant, and Gram’s permission to search her home wasn’t enough. Still, nothing stood out immediately as different or in any way alarming.

If you ignored the filth of his brother’s lifestyle during Gram’s absence.

He found a locked box in Gram’s room. Wooden, about the size of a shoe box, beautifully embellished with a painted ocean scene. He could have picked the lock, but didn’t. Instead, he carried the box through the garage and out to her car with him, to move into his SUV later, so he could take it to her, along with the bag of other things she’d asked him to collect. More clothes. A watch. Some earrings. And a round brush she’d forgotten when they’d stopped by her house to pack the night they’d left.

Though he hadn’t seen the box before, he wasn’t surprised that Gram had it. She’d always been one for keeping treasures and hoped he could get her to open it and share them with him.

Imagining pictures of him and Bruce when they were kids, of his father, of his grandfather with Gram when they were a young couple, he backed Gram’s car down the drive. Suddenly an older gentleman appeared in the rearview mirror, waving at him.

In brown plaid shorts and a short-sleeved white golf shirt, with short gray hair, the man appeared to be somewhere between seventy and eighty. He was pretty spry as he moved toward the car door. Mason put on the brakes.

“I’ve been—” The man stopped speaking when Mason exited the car, just as the man got close.

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