Don, Starboy, and the crowd around them all turned toward the source of the voice. From behind a small group of onlookers, people began to part, revealing an older man with graying hair, a balding crown, and a thick mustache that sat prominently on his chubby, wrinkled face.
He wore a brown suit that looked a little too tight around his waist, and as he strode forward, his face was a mix of irritation and forced authority.
"Who's that?" someone in the crowd murmured, clearly confused by the man's sudden arrival.
"That's Dean Sanchez," another voice replied. "He used to be a superhero. The Echo."
A few more people nodded in recognition, the murmurs spreading through the gathering.
Don stood still, watching the older man approach. He kept his expression steady, unbothered. As far as he was concerned, he hadn't done anything wrong.
