Taylor frowned. “Did you now. And which friends would they be?”
“The weird ones.”
“Near the place JP got attacked?”
William shook his head, taking another spoonful.
“Who, then?”
William rolled his eyes like an obnoxious brat. “As if I know the address.”
Taylor leant back in his chair, throwing an ankle across one knee. “Well, what does the place look like?”
William shrugged. “Dunno. I tried to take you there, but you wouldn’t follow.”
Taylor drew a long breath through his nose.Shit. “Near the stream?”
William shrugged again. “Not exactly near.”
“House or flat?”
Shrug.
“What’s the front door like?”
Shrug.
Sucking his teeth, Taylor reached across the table and poured William another bowl of cereal.
“Does it have a garden?”
William picked up his spoon. “I guess.”
He’s only eleven. He’s only eleven. He is only eleven. We are not getting mad with an eleven-year-old.
Taylor pressed his lips together. “Anythinginthe garden?”
“Like what?”
Jesus, it was like pulling teeth.
“Like, I dunno, a swing? Shed? Kennels? Shifter hut?”
The question was met with yet another shrug.
Taylor looked up at the ceiling. “Come on, dude, give me something here.”
William’s eyebrows pulled into a deep frown. “Are you gonna arrest my dad again?”
“Depends what’s there, doesn’t it, mate?”
William chewed rapidly. “I’m not telling you.”
Gripping the edge of the table, Taylor tried not to let his frustration show. “Will, stop being awkward.”
“I changed my mind,” he replied, chucking his spoon into the bowl, causing milk to splash everywhere. “I’m leaving.”
“Oi!”
