A Soft Spot

Cassian.

"I sent you the address," Jaxon told me a few minutes later when he called back. "But what's this about."

"The old man may be in danger. No. He's probably dead right now," I repeated the words of the teenager at the antique shop earlier.

"What's this? Are you checking up on him? You've become soft, Cassian." I could imagine him smiling as he spoke. "I thought you don't associate with anyo