Rick knew that ambushing his brother at home was a bad idea, but he had no choice. Now everyone was saying that Barbi had an accomplice, and suspect number one on that list was none other than her husband, and his little brother. Now he just had to get Kurt to spill his alibi, and clear his name. Easy, right?
Rick sat down on the front stoop of the large McMansion that Kurt and Barbi called a home. He had been there for about an hour when Kurt's Lexus snaked up the long driveway towards the front door. It still felt like he didn't have enough time.
The sound of the car door slamming prepaired Rick for what was about to come next.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Kurt was storming towards him. "Get the hell off my property."
"We need to talk." Rick held up his hands, trying to signal to his brother that he wasn't there for a fight. "I just need to know where you were when Eve was killed. That's all."
Kurt decided to answer by slugging Rick in the face.
Rick landed hard on his ass.
"Why? You want to throw me in jail with her?" Kurt stood over his brother, his face beat red. "I have nothing to say to you."
Kurt stepped past his brother and headed to the front door.
"You can tell me, or I can drag you in and charge you with assaulting an officer. Your choice." Rick stood up slowly. The landing had hurt more than the punch, and his back was already a mess. Tomorrow morning was not going to be fun.
"Try it." Kurt didn't even look back. He just started unlocking his front door. "You're the cop. Do a little digging. I'm sure you'll come up with something to implicate me in the murder."
"Kurt, that's not what I'm..." Before Rick could finish Kurt had entered the house and slammed the door.
This was not good. Kurt really was under investigation, and if he had told Rick anything it could have stayed private, quiet. Now, if anything came out it was sure to be plastered all over the news.
Rick could feel a warm trickle of blood dripping from his lip.
When had Kurt learned to hit like that?
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