“The PIs missed two of his grandfather’s brothers,” Connor says. “They’ve been fired.” Damn. “You fired my uncles?” I joke. Connor skips over my weak shot at humor. Tough crowd. “You call them uncles?” I shift forward on the chair. It squeaks. “They’re my dad’s uncles.” “That’s not what I asked,” Connor says casually, calmly. I scan him, waiting for the dark signs of hatred to appear. “Uh, yeah. I call them my uncles.”
