The exception was one lone picture of a large, burly man with buzzed hair and a large arm around a pretty young girl with blazing red hair. She was grinning at the camera, but his eyes were set on her, lost in her.
I looked away from the image. I wasn’t here to delve into this man’s soul, just pick his brain.
“Take a seat,” he told me gruffly, indicating a seat of leather chairs and a matching couch that took up all the space in his small living room. There was a table there, too, subtler than the rest of the furniture and lighter. It looked like it had a flowing vine covered design burned into the surface and I thought I saw an engraving on it, but couldn’t linger long enough on it to know for sure what it said or who it was by.
I chose to sit off to the side of the couch, letting my a
