“This is an outrage!” Robert bellowed, red in the face.
“Watch that blood pressure, Uncle Bobby. If you’ve got what Dad had, you could be in trouble. Me, I run nearly every day. Swim, watch what I eat—have lots of sex with a beautiful woman. Well, I did, until Elise dumped me. Oh, and she’s not his daughter, so it wasn’t incest or anything.” He stuffed croissant in his mouth and watched the fireworks.
“You’re a lying bastard!” Guillam yelled.
“Hold up,” Grant said, his mouth full. Spitting crumbs, he continued. “My mama was married to my father—well, the man I thought was my father—when I was born. So that’s a misnomer. However, I’m an asshole. I’ll give ya that one. Go on. I’m enjoying hearing my character dragged through the mud. Y’all remember that I’m a cop, right?” He smiled, his cheeks pouched from the croissant. Wiping his hands on his pants, he handed the important man the envelope. “I believe that all the proof is right there.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes