A slight smirk teased the corners of Clay's mouth as the kid responded. He was right with his assessment. The kid was a hot shot. He understood the mentality. He'd been that sort of kid, too, until the world had decided to bite him in the ass.

"Take your pick." He looked the kid over, though. There was something in his gaze he recognized, connected with in a certain way. This kid had seen things most people weren't prepared for. It left a haunted look in your eyes that didn't fade no matter how much time passed. You couldn't just forget seeing things like that.

"You got a name, kid?"