I intended to find the real killer and get Leroy out of jail. I needed Leroy. Not just because he was my master baker. Leroy was my friend. No. That’s not right either. Leroy was my family. He was more like a brother. Family was a strange concept for me. Prior to moving to New Bison, I hadn’t given it much thought. My mom was dead, so it was just the Admiral and me. Since moving here, my blood relations hadn’t changed, but the people I loved, the ones who I would give a kidney to, or fight to the bitter end to protect, had grown significantly larger.
