187 Twenty-seven Years Ago (1)

"I know this is a lot to take in," Star said as she handed Brad a glass of Brandy.

"Not yet. The alcohol is to prepare me for whatever it is you're going to be telling me," Brad told her before gulping down the content of the glass. 

"So we will tell you what little we know. Or rather what we heard from our mother, as told by our father before his murder," Star said as she returned to her seat across from Brad. Brad gave a curt nod as he listened to Star without taking his eyes off her. 

"Our father's name was Phil Jonah, as I told you earlier. And he was your late father's personal assistant," Star explained, making Brad narrow his eyes thoughtfully.

"Late father? I assume my father died on the day my brother and I was abducted?" Brad asked, interrupting Star once again.

"I beg your pardon? What do you mean by abducted? My father rescued you. He never abducted you!" Star refuted, sounding slightly miffed by Brad's assumption.