"Wow, it's been a long time since anybody's seen that face around here."
"Must've gotten off on good behavior."
"Not likely. That's Bobby Mercer. Heavy weight champion fuck-up of the family. And that's a well-defended title. Would've made his daddy proud if he'd ever had one. I used to know him a little, played hockey with the boy. Must've played sixty-odd games with him before the league finally had enough of him. They called him the Michigan Mauler."
"Who's the kid?"
"That's Jack. He's the youngest. First class fuck up; third class rock star."
"He doesn't look like trouble."
"He's a Mercer, don't let him fool you."
"Who do we got over here? Another model citizen, I'm sure."
"Nawh, actually, Jeremiah's alright. He was a rising star in the union for a while. The man found a cause."
"Well, me got one MIA. I thought you said there were four?"
"Angel? Pretty boy, ex-hustler, soldier. Guess he's a no show today."
"And her? Anyone important?"
"My damn…"
"What?"
"Aubrey Kennedy. One of Evelyn's foster's; she probably would've adopted her, but she got pulled from the home six months shy of her eighteenth. The system frowns on intimate relations between foster siblings."
"Bobby?"
"Jack. Last I'd heard she was shipped to some rich white family across the state. She used to sneak back into town to see the kid, disappeared after a while. Haven't seen her in this neighborhood for at least five years."
"Is she a cause for worry?"
"Just because she didn't get the name change doesn't mean she's still not a Mercer."
