Chapter 15

“What the…” Tyler let out a string of expletives that would make a sailor blush. Whirling around to face Matt who was lounging in his chair, Tyler pointed towards the monitor. “Do you have any more information on the Kincaid family?”

“Why should I?” Matt shrugged, placing his boot on the desk. He leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the name, squinting. “Nah, I don't think I know them. Why?”

“I know them.” Tyler gritted out. Mark's face flashed towards his mind, the man's slimy attitude now making sense.

He fisted his hand on the desk, deep in thought. What if Mark knew who he was the minute he stepped into the environment?

That would explain why he stormed into the house, guns blazing.

While he was deep in thought, unknowing to him Matt was plotting an escape plan.

His friendliness was just a facade, and he wanted to take Tyler down wondering who he could be to storm in here and take over like he was in charge.

Watching Tyler carefully as he lounged without a care in the world, Matt