“And I’m the man who keeps this place secure while you fly all over the country,” Brent said.

He picked up his fork and cut a big piece off the end of the ribeye.

Margaret scooped up another handful of white foam peanuts and stuffed them into a plastic trash bag.

“Let your brother eat his dinner in peace, Naomi.”

I stood in the doorway for three seconds while the fan on the high-end graphics card hummed from the open computer tower in the corner.

I turned and walked back into the kitchen.