Chapter 18

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Five Years Ago

David pushed into his apartment and held up the envelope. “It was in the backseat.”

Taylor glanced over his shoulder, David’s landline against his ear. He pressed a finger to his lips before turning his back to him again. “I just thought you should know. I can’t tell you how sorry I am.”

“Who was that?” David asked the moment Taylor placed the phone back on the cradle. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard Taylor apologize for anything.

“I had to make a quick call. Work shit.” Taylor dropped back down into the chair he’d been sitting in when David had gone in search of Oliver’s submission. “You really don’t want to know.”

David was sure he was probably right.

“So, what do you have?” Taylor held out his hand and David handed him the large envelope. “Oh, don’t tell me. I bet I can guess.”

He touched the envelope to his forehead like he was the Great Kriswell.