Detective Reed hasn’t seen his brother for years, long enough not to remember him on his birthdays, not to remember even at all. Like “I have nothing in common with this jackass, even our family names are different”.
Detective Reed has already been drinking for two weeks, and he has begun ignoring phone calls from the police station. At Christmas Eve somebody rings the doorbell and Reed thinks he has completely lost his mind. His brother gives him a tight hug. “Come here, Gav. Everything is gonna be alright”, his brother says.
And somehow Gavin believes him.