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time.”
    “I’m on it, Vin. Don’t worry about Tyler.” Renee reassured him.
    But Vincent was worried. Very worried.
    ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
    Vincent tossed his keys down on the kitchen counter and poured himself a stiff drink. The scotch warmed his throat, while he carried the bottle and the glass over to the recliner. He wasn’t looking forward to watching the news, but unfortunately, the reporters seemed to know more about the trial than he did. He leaned back and turned on the television. There stood Knowles, in all his scrawny glory, with a smug look on his face.
    “Tomorrow, during my closing arguments, I’ll point out all of the inconsistencies in the prosecutor’s case. I can’t go into much detail, but I’m confident that a reasonable doubt will be cast in the jury’s mind. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get going.” Vincent just about puked as he watched Knowles acting like he was some kind of celebrity.
    The microphones were then shoved in front of Furrow’s face. Vincent hoped his confidence level was sincere.
    “We feel very strongly that a verdict of guilty will be rendered against Robert Preston. That’s all for now.” With a solemn face, Furrow walked away with the prosecution team.
    Vincent’s stomach felt upset. He hadn’t eaten since his bagel and coffee at six this morning. It was now well past dinnertime, but he didn’t feel like he could tolerate any food in his mouth. Thankfully, the reporters hadn’t caught their group on camera today. It was the first time their images hadn’t been captured. Robert’s face appeared as usual, and it never failed to make him want to put his foot through his screen. He’d be so glad when the bastard was locked away for good.
    Vincent stood up to go into the bedroom and take off the suit that felt melted onto his skin, when his phone rang. He immediately recognized the number and his jaw hit the floor.
    “Renee? What’s happened?” Vincent quickly asked.
    “Tyler…he’s gone! I went upstairs to shower and he left the house. Brian tried to stop him, but he took off in the car!” Renee cried with a voice full of panic.
    “Shit! Stay there in case he comes back.” Vincent hung up the phone. He grabbed his wallet and keys, dialing Sean as he ran.
    “Vinnie, what’s up?” Sean cautiously asked.
    “Tyler’s bolted. Grab Jacob and meet me at the Village Inn. Hurry! I’m on my way there now.” Vincent hung up the phone, jumped in his car and took off down the road. He continuously called Tyler’s number, and each time, it went to voicemail. “Wherever you’re going, Ty, stop in your tracks and talk to me. You’re not thinking clearly right now, Bro.” Each call went unanswered. Vincent had to think fast. The last thing he needed was to have his eldest brother lose control. He called information and asked for the Village Inn. He was quickly connected, and his mind scrabbled to figure out what to do next.
    “Village Inn, may I help you?” asked the female receptionist.
    “I have a package to deliver to Ms. Angelique Barns, but I don’t have a room number.” Vincent hoped to God this worked.
    “You can just deliver it here to the office, and I’ll make sure she gets it.”
    Shit , thought Vincent. “Well it’s Angelique’s birthday, and I’m her nephew. I’d like to surprise her with a visit and a gift.” He tried to sound as excited as he could.
    “Oh how thoughtful! She’s in room 129. Would you like for me to call her for you?” The receptionist sounded very willing, and Vincent hoped she wouldn’t make the call out of the goodness of her heart.
    “No, thank you. I want it to be a surprise.” Hanging up, he turned the corner and saw the motel… and Tyler’s car.
    ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
    Tyler walked into the office at the Village Inn. Getting the receptionist to give him the room number was pretty easy. She’d said something about a birthday, and he nodded, smiled, thanked her, and then proceeded to room 129. The light