Sillus have friend,” the little monkey dude says, looking up at me with wide eyes. “Family. Lots. Go get, they help huntress.

I glance up at the security camera staring us down. I wave, if you can call flipping Rex off waving. Nitro would be proud.

If he’s not going to apologize, I’m not going to be more than barely civil. I realize he is a boy and predisposed to abhor admitting he’s wrong. He, however, has given me no reason to stick my neck out.

Horror stories? Absolutely. To share? Not on your life.

A fairy tale,” he says, “is a story we wish were true.

He spits out an epithet so nasty I think it’s only legal in England. And then only when your favourite football club loses.

You’re my hero. The real kind. More so than your dad or any of the others working with him are.

Authorities tend to frown on things they can’t fit into a neat little box.

Can’t a bad guy do a good thing?

Spend life with who make you happy not who you have to impress.