Chapter 36

The smile on Brent’s mousy face seemed forced. “Okay, okay, I hear it was a fake. I had no idea.” He gasped when his gaze landed on Merrick. “Hey, Merrick, you’re looking good.”

Wyatt slammed the door, then stood before Brent. “Did Jordan Ciarra give you that tip?”

“Jordan? Oh, God no. She’s in town?”

“She held a gun to my son’s head.”

Brent took a step back. “Look, no, I didn’t know.”

“Who gave you the tip?”

Brent blew out a deep breath.

“Who was it?”

“I don’t know, just some British guy who paid well.”

Merrick sighed. “Red hair?”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

Merrick and Wyatt exchanged a look.

“I’m sorry, guys, I really am. You two are some of my best customers—”

“Some?” Wyatt tilted his head.

“Thebest, yes, best. I’m sorry. I really didn’t know. The guy said he wanted to help you find your father.”

Wyatt shook his head. “You trust anonymous tips now? This guy had a name, who is he? Did you even check him out?”