Chapter 42: The Background

VAZAR

“So, he’s just a few years older than me? How does that make sense? He looks a lot older than me!” I paced the room full of rage. Nothing was making sense and I had to figure out who was trying to hurt us before things got really serious.

“He was three years above us in school. You don’t remember him?” Max asked sucking on a long metallic stick. Pale blue smoke streamed out of his nose adding to the blue hue in his bedroom.

“No, school was just too big to remember everyone.” I scratched my head racking my brain to remember. “How come he looks so old? I thought he was at least 50 years older than me.”

“The stress made him older. He couldn’t cope when his sister passed away.” Max rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.

I had known Max since school. We weren’t that close as friends, but he always seemed to know everybody’s business and it was a good place to start my investigation.

“His sister passed away? How?” I asked.