“Because my parents are sick motherfuckers,” Ghost took another shot. “Both alive and kicking, ready to do one bad deed after another. Can’t do a goddamned thing about it, either. If I could, I’d get her back. Get my kid back. But if I didn’t, they’d just force me to leave them again like they did the last time.” I looked at Big Papa, who shook his head. He didn’t know any more than I did. Any more than anyone of the men did. Ghost was seriously that secretive.
