“Hello, old friend.”
The voice came from the darkness.
My father's face changed.
For the first time since I had known him, I saw something I had never seen before.
Fear.
Not the kind of fear you feel when someone is holding a gun.
This was different.
It was the fear of seeing a ghost.
I slowly turned toward the doorway.
A man stepped into the light.
My breath caught.
I didn't know him.
But my father did.
“Don't.”
My father's voice was barely audible.
The man smiled.
“Still afraid of me, Antonio?”
My father's grip tightened around his gun.
“Stay away from my family.”
The man laughed softly.
“Your family?”
He looked around the basement.
Then his eyes landed on me.
“Interesting choice of words.”
I felt Dave move closer.
His hand found mine.
I squeezed it.
The man no
