Liam could not stop thinking about what happened a while ago and the kind of relationship Oliver had with that boy. Were they brothers? He doubted that. They didn't look alike, and the boy seemed to be around their age. Maybe he was 17 or 18 years old.
Then who was he? And how come he had made Oliver look so scared just like the other guy he had met in front of the Mayor's block the other time?
'I have my business right here! Oliver is my—'
How was Oliver his business and Oliver was his what?
He would have gotten the answers to the questions troubling his mind if Oliver hadn't yelled the boy's name to stop him from uttering a word. The boy seemed to snap back to his senses and looked a little shaken when he saw the frightened look on Oliver's face. That was when Terry gave Liam one last look full of disdain before walking away.
