“Want to tell me something about your illicit past?” “I mean, I’ve seen him somewhere else.” He closed his eyes, forehead furrowed with concentration. “I’ve seen him before. With his clothing on.” Bran reached over and plucked his laptop from the travel bag. “Let’s see what I can find.” As it booted up Brandon shook his head, deep furrows appearing on his forehead. “Maybe it was an article. A photo op.” He chewed on his lower lip. “I don’t remember, damn it.” I glared at the small screen, mentally speeding the process up. “Maybe you did an article on male dancers already? Small towns going under?” I let out a sigh as the familiar generic desktop image appeared. “Maybe his last place of employment let him go on a grudge; maybe he ticked someone off in his last job and wrote a letter to the editor that got published. Maybe he got into a fight and made it on YouTube.” “Nothing rings a bell.”
