The Suspect

Chapter 5

Brother.

The word repeated itself over and over in my head. The one guy I spent the most amazing night of my life with, is a lead suspect....and my late brother's best friend's brother.

Brother?

Oh god, this is too much.

I abruptly stand up from my chair; Kiara's neck jerking up at my sudden reaction.

"Wha-Woahhh," she yells as I yank her by the elbow and head out of the café and into the alley behind it. She tries to stop but that results in me pulling her even harder. Once we reach, I let go of her elbow and start pacing the length of the short alley.

"Will, you're really freaking the fuck out of me here. What's going on?" she asks with concern.

I stop pacing and turn towards her, "Remember the guy I met at the club last night?"

Her eyes light up and she grins, flashing her bright white teeth, "The fine one you bumped uglies with?" she laughs.

"Bumped uglies wi—what?" I groan in frustration, "You know what, never mind, that's not important right now. Yes, that guy."

She folds her arms over her chest, "What about him?"

"Now I know I'm not deceived or blind....," I pause for a moment, "But I'm pretty sure he's our suspect."

"What?" she screeches, "That's.....what...how?" the redhead scrambles to find the right words.

"Yeah, me too," I laugh in disbelief and frustration together.

"Are you positive it's him?" she clarifies.

"I remember that face like the back of my palm. It's definitely him." I state.

"Oh god, this is all one big cluster fuck of a mess," she grumbles.

"It hasn't even started yet. I can't believe it. Tyler never really had anyone except Brandon and me. I think he would have told me if he had a brother. That's not something you just forget to mention," I scoff.

"He probably had his reasons. Hell, he probably didn't even know he had one."

I stay quiet. I'm pretty sure I'm thinking out loud; with all the thoughts swarming through my head right now.

"Regardless, this is still our case. We need to get to the bottom of this. What's our plan?" she queried.

"I-I'm not sure. Give me a minute," I request and begin pacing again.

I went into this and took it up knowing it would be challenging. But this new piece of information has thrown itself like a curveball and for the second time in my life, I'm not clear on what to do. The first was Brandon.

"We need to find him," I finally say. "He couldn't have gone too far since the last time I saw him was around three in the morning and it's now noon," I say glancing at my watch.

"The cyber team has been working since the briefing, we have no leads." she sighs.

Damn it. I try and recall the events that took place that night. "Okay, so last night while you were off dancing, I was at the bar and he snuck up behind me, I then proceeded to punch him—"

"You punched him?" she shrieks, "Damn, Will. That's one way to greet your future husband." she deadpans as I shoot her a glare and she stumbles, "A-and our suspect. Of course, he is the bad guy. Totally not a possible subject for love," she mocks and I choose to ignore her like I always do whenever she chooses to humor the worst situations. If I wasn't this stressed I would possibly play along, but right now all that matters is finding the lying son of a bitch.