To my surprise, Robbie was careful not to spend too much money. For all his cockiness, he refused to shop anywhere expensive and insisted on buying only half of what I suggested. We bought just enough clothing and other necessities to get him through, nothing more. He was a good kid. He deserved better than Skull for a brother.
"Tell me about your parents," I said as we drove home a few minutes before five. Blake had called me just ten minutes earlier to say he was already at my place. It was safe to return.
"There's nothing to tell in the case of my father. I never knew him. Mom said he was a rock star, but she was always making stuff up. Could have been anyone."
"And your Mom?"
"She left."
"Do you know why?"
"Nope." It was a brush off if ever I heard one.
"So Skull brought you up
