maybe it’s the alcohol working fast and helping me to feel a little looser, but there’s something I can’t quite work out. There aren’t any photos of family or a woman or anything personal in this entire place that I’ve seen—and I’ve definitely done my share of snooping when I’ve had the chance. “Tell me this, Colton Wilder. Why maintain such a big place if it’s just you up here lording it over Devil’s Peak?” I smirk a little over the top of my beer.
