"It's OK Jaz. Your brother was just helping me with something and his hand slipped." Eww. Gross." My younger brother. He'd learn, eventually.My father...was looking back and forth between Mom and me.Mom set the casserole on the table, made sure nobody needed anything and sat down. We all started eating.Les and Sam were just picking at their food. I think Dad noticed it."So, I didn't see either of you after we got back with Jaz yesterday afternoon. Where were the two of you hiding?" We were in my. ‘Just Lazarus, please,’ he said, his smile so broad Djvonic wanted to punch it. ‘Which brings us to our current problem, Lazarus,’ he repeated. ‘If my intel’ is right – and for what I paid, it’d better be – then I’d guess you were about fourteen years old when you came to prominence as a criminal overlord in Sydney, which I reckon you’d agree, warrants some kind of explanation.’ ‘Oh, Mr Djvonic, I assure you your research is indeed correct, although it is lacking in my less recent history,’. She married the village shaman, Flint, who showed especial kindness towards her. He was the father of her two boys who they named Granite and Sandstone in the Cave Dwellers' tongue.These years of married life in the shadows of the caves were by far the happiest days of Glade's adult life. She had a husband who loved and cared for her. She made many friends in the village. She was respected by the villagers as a woman who worked hard to become part of the community. She was also accorded respect. .. the Russian Mafia... and bodies disappearing. Yes, the City Pound! It wasn't horse-meat they were serving the mutts, but evidence! Not Purina, but pure evil!He would sure of it, he had sniffed the scent of fear coming from the young dogcatcher when he had questioned him. The whelp had whined before answering, then afterwards slinked off with his tail between his legs. The good looking woman who was with him was obviously a real bitch, barking at him to keep quiet, attempting to make him heal.