“What about Graeme Hewitt?” Arden piped up, looking between Lennox and I expectantly. “Causing trouble again, I take it? Someone really needs to knock that asshole off his fucking pedestal. He’s not Deacon yet, for Christ’s sake.” “Cassius was just talking to him,” Lennox answered, his teeth on edge. Arden’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “But his dad…” The voice was mine, but the words were hollow. “Murdered my mother.”
