SIXTY FIVE

Odin nod to Mr. Nobile and then walks inside the interrogation room. The guard standing outside the room closes the door. I count four more police guards standing in each corner of the room.

We sat down and sat there. None of us said a word to each other. Devin, looking like a homeless guy, just kept staring at us. He scoffs, sniffles, then coughs a laugh once he lands his eyes on Odin.

"It's been a long time, Odin," Devin says with a malicious grin.

Odin slams his hand on the table and rises, pointing the finger at Devin. "I should have killed you when I had the chance."

I try to calm him down by putting him back on his chair. For an old man, he's strong.

"But you didn't, did you?" Devin taunts Odin. "You couldn't kill your brother, can you?"

My eyes shot wide open, looking at Devin to Odin. "Brother?"

"You are no brother of mine."

"Of course," Devin lean back against his chair, still grinning. "We grew up in the same neighborhood. Well, you had a family, and I didn't. I stayed in th