Thunderbolt crosses the room and offers me his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dreadnought. I was hoping to run into you at the convention.” “I had to go smack down a blackcape,” I say, returning his (inhumanly powerful) grip. Thunderbolt and Garrison trade a glance,
Yeah, the likelihood that that guy - and his murder - are their fault is rising steadily.
