Chapter 5
His admin assistant, Barnaby, might have remembered if he’d been at work today. Travis didn’t know.
Pathetic, really, to be thirty-five with no family or friends to give a shit about you. He’d had a family once, of course. Who didn’t? He’d been eighteen when his parents and older sister were killed in a private plane crash on their way back from Catalina Island. Travis and the pilot had been the only survivors. He’d been left a decent amount of money. Travis had enough to put himself through college and law school without having a student loan.
Five years ago, he had survived another crash, this one in a car. His boyfriend, Alan, had crashed their car into a tree trunk while drunk, killing himself and Alan’s younger sister. Travis had been in the backseat and had hardly a scratch.