"Hang on," he muttered, turning his back on the whole damn scene, on his brother and those little girls. A family he hadn't been a part of in a long time. And maybe a lot of that had been his own choosing, but not all of it. At fourteen, he hadn't really known what a choice like that would really mean, and afterward, there'd been too much pain and that infamous Conlon stubbornness getting in the damn way.

He walked up to the Information Desk, asking the woman there for the envelop for Conlon. She looked skeptical for a moment, then looking past him to Brendan and those little girls, she handed over the manilla envelop with a nod.

The whole damn thing gave him the creeps.

Returning to the three of them, he muttered, "Let's go," and headed toward the street.