Chase Stinson (The Illusionist)Chase placed the plate of bacon and eggs on the table and sat to eat. He held a forkful of egg to his lips when a knock came from the door. Recent events had created tension in the city, and people became more cautious, locking their doors and peeping through windows at strangers when they passed. Not him, however, because he was too old to start worrying about impending doom now.
“Come in,” he called out.
The door opened and a n***d Bryan Whittaker entered. He shut the door and scanned the apartment sheepishly. When he felt Chase's eyes boring into him he blushed, and tried his best to cover up his more sensitive areas.
“I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to turn.”
A wry grin formed on Chase's lips. “You're welcome to come in, but I have to warn you. Ev
