“have something to back that up?” Travis stopped beside Carlisle and tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me, sir. I need to talk with you.” Carlisle turned around, his tired eyes narrowed and suspicious. It took him a moment, but he recoiled slightly when he made the connection. “You’re Travis Lynch.” “I am,” Travis replied, more a challenge than an affirmation. “Who the fuck do you think you”