Before he could stop himself, Reynold asked, "How's your mother doing?"
Kendrick blinked. He hadn't expected that.
He studied Reynold's face, trying to read into the question. It came out of nowhere, but it wasn't casual. Not with Reynold. He didn't ask unless he had a reason.
Was he trying to check his background?
Didn't he already investigate it?
Still, Kendrick answered calmly.
"She's doing fine. She's a nurse. Been working at the same hospital for decades."
"And your father?"
"He passed away twelve years ago."
Reynold's gaze shifted slightly.
Twelve years ago. The timeline matched.
That was the year of the incident.
So his father might've been involved. No wonder Cassius brought Kendrick into this mess. But did Kendrick know anything?
Reynold didn't ask. He didn't want to show his hand too early.
Instead, he returned to silence, eyes watching Kendrick like a hawk.
