The other officers certainly saw it that way, barely offering him more than a passing nod if they even made eye contact, not a one of them taking the seat beside him. Andrew hadn’t been popular before he left, not like Steven, who everyone adored. Andrew was just Steven’s kid brother, who’d obviously only made detective so young because his father and brother were detectives first.
The lights in the room started to dim, jolting Andrew out of his brooding. Steven would say he only had himself to blame for losing business if he really was trying his hardest—and if he was sure that trading in the family business for the private sector was the right choice.
Even now, watching Steven take the podium, Andrew felt the weight of his brother’s eyes judging him for only being there as a spectator. It was never favoritism with him.
Only pity.
“Thank you all for coming,” Steven began the briefing.