CHAPTER 26
It wasn't until the next morning as we were downing our double espressos that it occurred to me.
"Hey Kip, you said Benjamin Wolf's son was at the meeting, what was he doing that whole time?"
"Oh yeah, Daniel, I almost forgot he was there. He's so nondescript, he kind of fades into the woodwork. He looks like an accountant with his wire-rim glasses, but he's a weird dude. It was almost like he was studying us--like he was the scientist and we were the bugs. Even when his father was yelling and cursing, he showed no reaction, just sat there taking notes."
"Can you blame him?" I asked as I peeled a banana and sliced it into a bowl. "With Benjamin Wolf as a father, he must hear screaming every day. Or maybe Daniel doesn't hear any of it, maybe he's deaf! Wouldn't that be a luck
