I noticed more trash bags stacked near the door, and while I adjusted Sasha more comfortably on my lap so she could eat calmly, I cleared my throat.
“So… are all of you… like Alexander?” I asked—perhaps the dumbest question in history.
Andre stood at my side, glaring at the oriental man with hostility. That made me smile unconsciously.
He was a VERY brave child.
“That’s right. Don’t worry, Mrs. Grant. Rex already gave us the information about the case and there’s nothing to fear,” the other man said. It was obvious that English wasn’t a language he spoke with complete fluency—he dragged some words, the r’s were difficult for him. He gave me a small bow with the upper half of his body, a greeting. “My name is Ishida Hitoshi, but you can call me Toshi, it’s simpler.”
With a gesture of h
