Frank was silent, trying to process what Matt just described to him. Many times, he had tried to imagine how the young boy was passing by while being all by himself out there. His imagination, however vivid, never placed Matt in a position where he would have to fight an assassin for his life. What happened to the boy however beneficial, was also worrisome since neither Matt nor himself knew exactly what the mark on the boy’s neck could trigger at any given time. Despite the questions that were raised from the boy’s encounter, one detail was clear enough to Frank. He very well knew who the old woman was, and he couldn’t stop blaming himself for the trials the boy had endured. Buried deep in his thoughts, he took out a packet of Morley’s, tapping it till one of the smokes popped out, then s
