“Contracts?” Jermaine laughs with an incredulous bark. “You need to take it easy, brother. Not everything you don’t like is nefarious. Maybe people just actually, really like my paintings.”

If you asked Jermaine, that was their dad talking. Suspicious, ready for a fight. Glob love him, Joshua was a protective dog, but he taught his kids to see shadows and dangers in almost everyone corner. Like the world was one big dungeon crawl.