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“I don’t mean your brother any harm.”
Tears welled up in the big man’s eyes. “I’d like to leave now.”
“I really need to talk to him.”
“You could have just called and asked. You didn’t have to drag my ass across the country and give me all this hope.”
“I’m sorry about that. I really am.”
“I could have told you on the phone. I haven’t seen him in years. I don’t know where he is.”
“No idea at all?”
“I have to go now. Can you get me back home or do I need to book a flight?”
“Win will fly you back. No problem. When was the last time you heard from your brother?”
“Like I said, we hadn’t been close in a long time. You want to know the truth? I think he’s dead.”
“How about your mother?”
“What about my mother?”
“Where is she? Can I talk to her?”
Spark came over at the mention of his mother. He loomed over Myron, his eyes on fire. “My mother doesn’t know anything. You stay away from her. You understand?”
Myron made his voice firm. “Take a step back, Spark.”
“I’m telling you to leave her alone.”
“How about Greg Downing?”
That confused him. “What about him?”
“Do you know where he is?”
“He’s dead. But you know that. I’m leaving now.”
Myron kept the eye contact. He let Spark break it. Spark headed for the door. When he reached it, Myron called out, “Spark?”
He turned back.
“I’m sorry. Really. But I also think you’re lying to me.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Win met Myron in the lobby. They hopped in the SUV and started toward the airport. Myron filled Win in on his conversation with Spark Konners. Win listened in silence. When Myron mentioned feeling bad about their franchise-coach deception, Win frowned, mimed sticking something under his chin, closed his eyes, gently sawed on his air violin.
“Funny,” Myron said.
“Do you think Spark is lying to you?”
“I think he’s being less than forthcoming.”
“Me too.”
“Not much we can do about it.”
