Private Vegas
“I looked at the screen and saw that Hal Archer wasn’t taking I’ll call you later for an answer.
I let the phone buzz, went to my desk, opened my in-box, and put the surveillance on Tommy’s house on fast forward. Then I double-checked where he had been by looking at the cell-tower logs recording signals from Tommy’s phone.
Tommy hadn’t blown up the Aston Martin, so it stood to reason he hadn’t torched my Lambo either. My paranoia hit a wall. Justine was right about Tommy—this time. But it’s hard... to say that I was relieved. My twin was up to something.
As long as he breathed, Tommy would be trying to get me.
In order to understand our ceaseless antagonism, you’d have to know about my father, Tom Morgan Sr.
My dad was a big man, expansive, loud, danced with my mother through the house, and spent lavishly on friends and family.
He also had a mean streak, what he called “toughening us up,” and he pitted his sons against each other in competitions where the winner took all, and the loser was shamed.MoreLess
I let the phone buzz, went to my desk, opened my in-box, and put the surveillance on Tommy’s house on fast forward. Then I double-checked where he had been by looking at the cell-tower logs recording signals from Tommy’s phone.
Tommy hadn’t blown up the Aston Martin, so it stood to reason he hadn’t torched my Lambo either. My paranoia hit a wall. Justine was right about Tommy—this time. But it’s hard... to say that I was relieved. My twin was up to something.
As long as he breathed, Tommy would be trying to get me.
In order to understand our ceaseless antagonism, you’d have to know about my father, Tom Morgan Sr.
My dad was a big man, expansive, loud, danced with my mother through the house, and spent lavishly on friends and family.
He also had a mean streak, what he called “toughening us up,” and he pitted his sons against each other in competitions where the winner took all, and the loser was shamed.MoreLess
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