Owen's eyes narrowed as he gazed intently at Kelvin. His mind racing with a growing suspicion and he had a strong intuition that Kelvin knew more about Vincent than he was letting on. He could somehow tell that there was something about Vincent that Kelvin knew and neither he nor Ashlyn could put their fingers on it.
"How well do you know Vincent?" Owen asked, his voice low and even, but with a hint of accusation.
Kelvin paused momentarily. He had a fleeting look of surprise that flashed across his face before he could mask it. "Huh!!!" he exclaimed, a soft exhalation of breath that spoke volumes about his discomfort. Owen's question had caught him off guard, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words.
"You brought me here after he called you." Owen continued, spitefully hesitant to mention Vincent's name.
