"Norman." Zeus gritted his teeth. Even after being told he was the one they were after, it was still unbelievable.
"You should call me uncle. Don't you know that, kiddo?"
Zeus wanted to explode. "Who are you calling kiddo?"
"You, of course. It suits you."
While he would have loved to strangle the man, he played it cool and tried to lure his plan out. "Why are you here? Did you come to laugh at me?"
"Laugh at you? I came to thank you, nephew." Norman inched closer to the bars and lowered his voice. Of course, he knew the detention center was strict on what visitors could bring in, so there was no chance anyone would record him. Even if he was overheard, what good would it be in a case where it would be their word against his?
