“What’s this fucknut up to? It’s a given that when one of these assholes starts showing his ass, it means there’s something much worse he wants to keep hidden from the world. Knowing what I know about his ilk, I can take a wild guess as to what that might be. I’d bet everything I own that this asshole is involved in kiddie trafficking and, worst.”
“Who the hell gave Lyon a newspaper?” I was still trying to decipher his rant when Mancini asked that question to the room at large.
“I don’t think anyone gave it to him; it was delivered to the house this morning,” Tyler answered.
“I’m sorry, I must’ve signed up for some kind of daily subscription.” The way they were acting, I felt as if I had committed a crime.
“Who is he talking about?” I asked Mancini since Lyon was still scowling at the paper.
“Who knows?”