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desk. Bragg showed his Texas Ranger star to the heavyset, gray-haired rent-a-cop behind the desk. “Texas Rangers for David Edwards.”
    The request prompted confusion, but the guard picked up the sleek black phone and pressed a button from the dozens on his console. He passed on Bragg’s request, listened, and then replaced the phone in the receiver.
    The guard stood and tucked in his shirt. “His office is on the twentieth floor. The receptionist said you could come up, but she didn’t promise access to Mr. Edwards.”
    “Then I guess we’ll have to take that up with her when we arrive.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    The Rangers made their way to the bank of elevators and punched the UP arrow. The doors opened immediately and the ride to the twentieth floor was quick and as smooth as the building’s glass exterior.
    When the door opened, there were more sets of glass doors and beyond that another receptionist. Etched in the doors was a large letter E.
    “Rory had an E tattooed on his body,” Winchester said.
    “Odd a guy who spent his life avoiding the family would tattoo a memento of it on his chest.” Bragg shook his head. “But then dealing with family doesn’t go hand in hand with logic.”
    Winchester pulled open the glass door and let Bragg walk in ahead of him. Bragg pushed back his coat so the thin blonde saw his star. “We need to see Mr. David Edwards.”
    A cool thin smile added brittleness to her otherwise flawless face. “He’s in meetings.”
    “This is about his brother.”
    “Rory?” She arched a brow. “What has he done this time?”
    “That’s between Mr. Edwards and me, ma’am.” He smiled but a razor’s edge sharpened the words. “I suggest you go ahead and let him know we’re here because he’s gonna be mighty mad later if he finds out through the media.”
    Lips pursed, she rose and walked down the carpeted hallway and spoke to another administrative assistant positioned outside another office.
    “You’ve made a friend,” Winchester said.
    “I’ve a talent.”
    Winchester studied the modern reception area filled with lots of chrome and reflective surfaces. “Guy’s a thing for the ice.”
    “So I noticed.”
    The receptionist returned. “He will see you.”
    A smile quirked the edge of Bragg’s mouth. “Good.”
    The receptionist passed them off to the administrative assistant, another cool blonde, who opened Edwards’s door. The office, like the building, was all glass. The view of Austin was impressive, showcasing Congress Avenue all the way to the white dome of the state capitol.
    Edwards, a midsize lean man, had short dark hair, an olive complexion, and square jaw. He was dressed in a hand-tailored suit, white shirt, and a red tie. Gold cuff links winked from his wrists. The family resemblance to the victim was evident. They shared the eye color and skin tone, but this man had a lean sharp stare contrasting the heavy-lidded gaze of Rory Edwards in his Texas Department of Motor Vehicles photo.
    Edwards came around his desk, moving with the confidence of a man in his domain. He didn’t extend his hand. “I’m David Edwards.”
    “Ranger Tec Bragg and Sergeant Brody Winchester. Texas Rangers,” Bragg said. “We’ve got some bad news regarding your brother.”
    “Rory’s gotten himself into enough trouble but never enough to attract the Texas Rangers.” His tone lacked worry or excitement as if he’d spoken to law enforcement about his brother many times before.
    “He has our attention now.”
    A muscle pulsed in Edwards’s jaw. “What’s he done this time? And what do I need to do to make the problem go away?”
    Rory’s rap sheet detailed dozens of petty crimes. Clearly a guy like David wouldn’t appreciate a brother like Rory. Bragg had gotten calls in the last months on Mitch. He’d smoothed out the minor messes, growing more frustrated with each new debacle.
    “He was murdered,” Bragg said.
    David raised a brow. Again no surprise registered but