Ruins wouldn’t say anything more than that. I didn’t know if he actually had more information on this Cain guy—did he have his own club? Or was he something different? Working with the mob or dirty cops or what?—or if he was just too scared to say one way or the other, but eventually I just had to leave. Ruins was spooked by the mere name of Cain and I wasn’t so stupid as to not know what that name was.
Cain, the firstborn of Adam and Eve, originator of evil. Talk about one hell of a name. Either he had the worst kind of reputation I didn’t know about, so maybe it was something local here in California, or his parents were the worst kind of parents.
Even mine hadn’t named me after evil incarnate.
I considered what the name might mean or why it was important, who he was, what he wanted,
