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I smirk, nodding with a form of respect for Kyle Lowers.
Noah spreads his hands as if to show he’s not holding any cards. “There’s nothing—”
“Let's just say we have a vested interest in this case, Lowers. We believe there's more to it than meets the eye. Our interest is none of your business. Just let us figure out if we can help.”
Kyle perks a brow at me then looks down to Noah. “I see why you brought the muscle.”
Noah rolls his eyes. “We're just looking for the truth.”
Kyle studies us, then leans in, lowering his voice. “I'll entertain your offer, on one condition.”
“Name it,” I say.
Kyle’s shoulders sag. “Promise me you'll dig deeper than what's on the surface.”
Noah grins. “I always do.” He shuffles the papers. “Oh, I did have one question on a few connections you may have had just so I could get the investigation rolling…”
I hold my breath.
“Do you know anyone by the name of Robert Woods? I was told there might be some connection.”
Kyle glares at my brother, who doesn’t cower under pressure. Noah barely blinks as he waits for his client’s response. “I believe… he died. He and his wife. Some time ago.”
There are pauses between his statements, and I know Noah isn’t walking out of here with that. If there’s one thing my brother hates, it’s a client who lies.
Noah closes the folder and stands. “Mr. Lowers, I’m afraid my services aren’t suitable for you, I’m truly sorry to have wasted your time. I wish you the best of luc—”
“Wait, what?” Lowers stands, taking the words right out of my mouth. But I stand rigidly on the side, like Noah instructed. I know better than to mess with his tactics.
Noah spins back on his heel but barely. “Like my brother said, Mr. Lowers, this case holds some personal interest to us, which is why I’m willing to offer my services at a fraction of the cost. But I never work with clients who are dishonest. That’s not how cases are won. The last thing any good lawyer wants is to walk into a courtroom and be unprepared for a surprise the other party has. Oh, and I can tell when I’m being lied to so please do accept my apologies for wasting your time.”
“Noah,” I grit.
“Alright, alright.” Kyle glances behind him as he sits back down. His fingers twined. His jaw working.
Noah sits back down slowly on the edge of the seat. His hard glare enough to make me think this was personal to him.
“Robert and Emma Woods didn’t die in that car crash. But I don’t know where they are. I can’t help you there.”
I push my fist into my mouth and bite down a growl. But Noah is stoic. “I understand the same, Mr. Lowers.”
“Kyle. Please,” he insists. “We’ve been aware for some time that Woods disappeared that night without a trace but what we don’t understand is who were those people in the car?”
Kyle chews on his lips. “I don’t know. But it wasn’t Robert or his wife,” he repeats.
My brother watches for a moment and nods, accepting his response. “Thank you. We’ll be in touch very soon.”
Kyle’s confession is singed into my brain as we head south. We stopped at a local diner for breakfast and slightly better coffee before hitting the road and I still feel nauseous.
“You alright?” Noah asks from the passenger side.
I release the lip I’d been chewing since I’d finished my second coffee. “Yeah.”
“Want me to take over?”
He’s been in discovery mode since we left. Going through files, calling his contacts and some new ones to piece together the puzzle. From what I can tell, he hasn’t gotten far in the two and a half hours we’d been driving.
“No. Keep digging.”
