As they grew closer to their destination, Calvin sensed an increased unease from his passenger. The first clue was Brock letting go of Calvin’s hand.
“You okay?” Calvin asked.
“Yeah.”
Calvin knew this wasn’t the case, so tried to get Brock talking. “Was it confusing having three people in your family called John Brockwell?”
Brock chuckled. “Not really. Daddy was always John. Since middle school everyone called me Brock, and Junior is, well, Junior.”
“It’s a nice tradition carrying on a name like that.”
Brock shrugged. “I guess. Daddy didn’t really give me much option when Junior was born.”
From the little Brock had revealed about his father—forcing his son and his now ex-wife to marry—Calvin was beginning to get a much different impression of the senior Brockwell from the one he’d
