“At my age?”
“Sure. Why not. According to what you told me, he said you’ve got a good head for business, which is more that your brother does.” Richard tried not to grin when he added, “That did not sit well with Trenton. He expected to take over. Instead, he’s working for you, running The Den.”
“He’s older than me? Oh, and how old am I?”
“Twenty-seven. He’s thirty-three and married.”
“Nailed it,” Shorty said. “I told you, you looked that old, or young, Mick.”
“At least we found out one thing,” Mick said, taking something from the pocket of his backpack to give Richard. “Shorty says I was holding this when he found me. We thought the guy might have been a relation because we look vaguely alike. I guess he’s not.”
Richard looked at the license. “I don’t see any resemblance other than
