FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

NICKOLAS

I buzz Scot into the building and walk over to the door to unlock it for him to be able to come in. I called him earlier for us to talk. I need him to look into a couple of things for me and I need to talk to him as well. Scot has been my best friend for over 10 years now. We met shortly after I moved to the City and we had been through thick and thin together.

His parents took me in as their own and cared for me like a son, even on days when I had no place to sleep. Everything I am today I owe a lot of it to Scot.

I see him waltz in through the door holding up a crate of beer.

“Are you ready?” He says loudly.

“Not today Scot I have a lot to do.” I am laughing as I reply to him. He has always been a free spirited soul, sometimes I found it hard to believe he was even a detective, maybe that is what makes him so good at his job.

“What do you have to do? I thought we were just watching the game today.” he says as he sets down the drinks and grabs one to open.