Chapter 20

As I watched my friends, I just knew none of them was the killer. Not even Tyler, despite what Steve had said. They were just that. Friends. We had been since the day each of them had moved to the Lane. But that held true for everyone, married or single, gay or straight. We were friends. And yet…

“Adam? You’re doing it again,” Brent said. “Relax. I’m sure the good detective, as Chase called him, knows you didn’t kill Jake and Owen. None of us did.”

“True,” Chase said. “And hell, you wouldn’t have trashed your house. You couldn’t have. We were with you when it happened.”

“Most of us,” Tyler muttered. “But he knows where I was, so I have an alibi.”