Letâs see how friendly them crackers would be if they knew his education was paid for with blood money.â She cackled. âA walking contradiction, that Killer is.â
Priest nodded in understanding. âHe always was a bit different from the rest.â He reflected on the man formerly known as Killer. Keith had always been the quiet one, who kept his head buried in books. He was docile in contrast to his brothers, but when provoked, he was one of the most dangerous of the Savage boys.
Ma placed her hand on the light-skinned young manâs shoulder. âAnd of course, you met my youngest, Fire Bug. We call him Bug for short.â
Priest studied the young man. He didnât look to be much older than sixteen or seventeen. âDonât tell me youâre thinking about getting into the family business, too?â
âIâm the future of the family business,â Bug said proudly.
Ma hit him in the head with the purse again. âYou ainât the future of shit just yet, Bug Savage. My word is still law in the Savage household. Now, why donât you take your pyromaniac ass outside and try not to set anything on fire while weâre in here finishing up our business?â
âBut Maââ Bug began, but Maâs glare cut his words off. âAâight.â He got up from the booth. âIt was nice meeting you, Mr. Clark. And weâll make sure that business gets handled for you.â He shook Shaiâs hand. On his way out, he looked up at Priest. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but he wisely kept his mouth closed and kept walking.
âYouâll have to excuse him,â Ma began once Bug had gone. âHeâs the baby, so I keep him close to me, but unfortunately, heâs picked up some bad habits, same as the rest of my boys. Bugâs smart like Keith and got more heart than Mad Dog did at his age. I canât count how many times I tried to turn Bug off to this lifestyle, but heâs got that Savage blood in him. If he insists on playing the game, all I can do is show him how to win.â
âSometimes all we can do is make sure theyâre the best at what they do, even if it isnât right,â Priest agreed.
âRight on.â Ma nodded. âHowâs that pretty boy of yours?â
Priest felt his heart skip but didnât miss a beat when he answered. âDead. He was killed a while back.â
âIâm sorry to hear that,â Ma said sincerely. âYou know, I always hoped that he and Maxine would hook up one day. That marriage there would make our families mighty damn powerful out here.â
âI never knew you had a kid, Priest,â Shai interrupted.
âThatâs because you were probably too young to remember.You boys spent some time together while your fathers were talking business,â Priest said with a wink.
Shai thought back. Poppa had never allowed very many around his children, so Shaiâs play dates were few and far between. He vaguely remembered during one of Priestâs late night visits to the Clark estate there having been a kid with him. The reason it stuck out was one of the very few times that Poppa had allowed him to stay up late, eating candy and watching movies. Shai didnât remember much about the kid other than the fact that he had very sad eyes. Poppa had taught him from an early age how to read peopleâs eyes to get a sense of who they were, and it was obvious, even to young Shai that the little boy with Priest had been through some terrible things. With a father like Priest, it was no wonder. Shai had shared his toys with the boy and it seemed to cheer him up, but the sadness in his eyes remained. Shai wanted to ask Priest how the boy had died, but the question wouldâve been disrespectful, especially in front of outsiders, so he didnât press it further.
âLet me get going, before Bug gets restless and tries to set