"I called you two here because we've got ourselves a problem.
"What did you do now? Elena finally grow tired of your shit and kicked you out the house?" I'd called Cy and Drake in for a meeting in my greenhouse.
I have to do it out here even though it's hot as hell because I don't want my wife and her meddling friends in my shit. My boy has a problem and I know it must be weighing heavy on his mind for him to come to me with it. The little shit hasn't done that since he was about five.
As a grandfather you want your kid to grow up and have kids who'd put them through the same shit they put you through, but poor Colt has bitten off more than he can chew. Little Catalina alone is more than enough to send the poor boy wonky.
"No you tool, this is about our granddaughter."
"I told you the Feds were gonna catch on to you two."
"Drake put a cork in it. This isn't about Catalina, it's Caitie."
"What about Caitie?"
"Her little friend is back."