MAEVE Brandon Braxton.I knew exactly who he was. Alexander had made sure of that over the years, dropping his name into conversations with a particular tightness in his voice that he never quite managed to hide. A playboy, he always said. A man child with no priorities beyond women and alcohol, a wasted heir to the Braxton fortune. Alexander's mother's family money ran through both of them — Alexander the responsible one, the one who had taken the company seriously, and Brandon the one who hadn't and didn't pretend to.Alexander considered Brandon his enemy, for reasons I never really found out. I wasn't sure what went on between them, but I honestly didn't want any part of it.And now here he was, standing in a police station hallway with his leather jacket and his easy smile, inviting me for drinks like we were old friends."I don't see why not," I said. "Just not today."He grinned like I had given him something and I turned and walked out of the precinct with Jane at my side and
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