"When they were Big," Angel shot back, his voice, deep and resonating, filling the quaint kitchen. "Are you so fucking stupid that you can't tell the diffrence? Or still too slow to really understand what that means when they —"

"Watch you're fucking mouth, Angelo, because I shit you not, you'll be spitting teeth if you say one more damn word."

"Enough," Jackson cut in, glaring between them. "Arguing isn't going to solve this. The blame game isn't either. Let's just figure out what happened and then we can try and solve it."

"Asa said it was his fault," Joel said quietly, turning the attention of the room towards him,...