“You’ve known where he is all along?” She nods. “Since the day he left, aye.” I look from her to Maverick and back again. “How dare you. We thought you were our friends. You lying spies have been reporting back to our deadbeat father? We’ve been living in this shithole with an angry drunk, struggling to survive and what, we were a pet project for you?” They have the good sense not to make excuses.
