Frank Keller 2

"You want to cooperate with me?" Frank's face twisted, his expression darkening. First, Matthew Lindberg had the nerve to suggest he knew about his situation and now he was offering help?

It didn't sit right.

Frank eyed him carefully, suspicion creeping into his gaze. Did Matthew hit his head somewhere?

He'd only been back in Destin City for a week, but he'd already heard bits and pieces through mutual contacts. Strangely, none of those rumors involved Matthew or the Lindberg family.

Then again, the Lindbergs had always kept a low profile, especially after that incident years ago. When Matthew was twelve, the influential people of Destin City had been shaken to its core by the news of his kidnapping. The reports were wiped clean now, buried under silence, but Frank hadn't forgotten.