“There’s something about that kid that’s oddly familiar.”
Dare knew what McKade was getting at. His deputy had
seen the paperwork he’d completed last night and had
probably put two and two together; especially since Rick
McKade knew his first and middle names. The two of them were good friends and had been since joining the FBI at
the same time years back. When Dare had decided to
leave the Bureau, so had McKade. Rick had followed Dare to Atlanta, where he’d met and fallen in love with a
schoolteacher who lived in the area.
“The reason he seems oddly familiar, McKade, is because you just saw him yesterday,” Dare said, hoping that was the end of it.
He found out it wasn’t when McKade chuckled and said. “That’s not what I mean and you know it, Dare. There’s something else.”
“What?”
McKade paused a moment before answering. “He looks a lot like you and your brothers, but especially like you.” He
again paused a few moments then asked. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”
Dare’s lips curved into a smile. He didn’t have to tell McKade anything since it was obvious he had figured
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