I’d just settled myself in the recliner where I could see Trevor easily when Easton leaned forward, hissing in a voice that was almost too quiet to hear and nearly too fast to make out. “Tell me. What the hell? I told you that you needed a boy! You said you found one, but Trevor Cane? Fucking hell, Cernak, now I know why you’ve been so cagey lately. I also need more details! Like every single one of them.”
