Chapter 84

• SHANE
• “John Taylor,” Chelsea said, staring at the photo on her tablet. We were in my private jet on a flight to Texas. “He’s gone on a low profile ever since your mother’s death but our sources say he frequently visits this bar…” she handed me the tablet but I refused. I leaned my head against the headrest.
• “Are you sure you’re in the right frame for the task at hand?” she asked with a heavy dose of worry hinting in her voice.