I have a concert to give in Dallas on Saturday. I kind of thought there might be daily tours of some kind.”“A concert? You in a band?”“I’m a...relatively new singer. I’m performing with Ashley Steerman.”“Oh, I love her music. She’s one of my favorites. You actually sing with her.”Dave pulled his cellphone out and in less than a minute he’d called up a video of him singing Texas Dawn with Ashley on stage at the Chicago fan club event. Dori had emailed it to him. He thrust the phone into the girl’s. He sent his address.Zero pulled up to the complex. He knocked on the door.Jayce opened up. He froze and his face went slack-jawed. He touched his finger-wave processed hair. “Come in!”Zero walked inside. “Sup, mane?”“Not much! Wanna drink?”“Yeah! You got Henny?”“No, but I have E&J.”“That’ll work!”Jayce returned with the beverage. He pondered, “Can I ask you a question.”“You can ask me anything,” the slant-eyed, mocha-skinned guy said.“What’s your racial makeup.”“Oh,” chuckled Zero. “My pops. He didn’t want to have to face her. He didn’t want to face him.He could hear the sounds of breakfast outside: chairs moving, utensils striking plates and bowls, people talking.He thought about just staying put and waiting for the others to finish so he could slink out unnoticed. But the longer he stayed holed-up in his room, the more likely it was that someone would stick their head through the door to check that he was alright; possibly Karen.No. He had to face them sooner or later and he. If you need money to expand the marina, buy boats, take a vacation, buy a small country, or anything else, I want you four to be able to use my trust as if it was yours." He was going to fight on this one. I already knew it."Brian, before setting this in place, you need to think about what you're proposing..."I cut him off, "Mr. Bell, we both know I won't live a long time. We keep dancing around the truth, but it doesn't make it less true. You four are the only family I've got and will ever.