Seated in a booth in the corner of a very fancy chinese restaurant about one hundred miles from the resort he'd been staying at, was Cronan Thanisius' little brother. Trenton was fiddling with a fortune cookie, glaring downward at the table, shoulders slightly slumped. He looked much smaller than what Cronan remembered, as if all the confidence he'd had during their last meeting had been sucked right out of him. After staking the place out, making sure that the boy wasn't followed, Cronan finally approached the booth, promptly taking a seat across from the boy.
When Trenton lifted his head, the first thing Cronan noticed was the loud bruising on the kids face. The injuries were fresh, as were the indentations of teeth that were visible at the side of his throat.
"You," the kid gasped,
