It is the way of things for families to grow up, mature, and scatter; thus it was with the Varneys. The thought was even more poignant to Jason, since...for the first time ever Duane wasn't present at Christmas.Though Jason knew that Duane was a little sour about Christmas, mostly since he'd lost much of the family closeness of it years before when Christine died, he'd at least been home for them all, mostly because there hadn't been much else to do, anyway. But this year, being new on the job,. "They're crooks Susan." His voice much quieter now, but the timbre gave import to his words. "The worst kind. If they find out you're a police grass, you'll be a sorry, sorry girl. If you're still alive of course."He watched her swallow."But Tony..." She started."Tony's a fucking killer! Ok, he was never caught, but that just makes him more dangerous. Why do you think he was given the job as manager over there? He's as hard as shit, and breaks fingers for fun!"He leant back slightly, giving her. The leader and two others began to talk very fast in a language that was very similar or the same as that of Nika. Vincent could understand most of everything of what they were saying. It seemed that they were debating what to do with him. The leader, the one with the most intricate drawing on his chest, wanted him kill immediately.Finally, they were able to reach an agreement. They were not going to kill him but the leader of the small group was going to keep the knife and would not reveal its. Singer shrugged, saying, “I have my theories, but we can talk about that later. Right now, I need to know what your involvement was with the Soulless and that bomb.”At that moment, the door opened and another man entered. He was carrying a tray with three large coffees and a dozen donuts. He pushed the door shut with his hip before setting the tray on the table.“I needed some coffee and thought you two might want some, too. The donuts are mine, but I’ll share if you’re nice.” He grinned,.