Faust cracked a sideways grin. Nathan didn’t miss the way his eyes swept quickly over Shiarra’s body. “Hank, actually. Henry was my father. Our family has a long tradition of juniors.”
“So,” Nathan pushed right on, “Hank. First, I don’t suppose you could tell us why you were letting the Animus House just sit there, abandoned. Even if you didn’t want to continue in your uncle’s footsteps with the place, it could have been renovated and made into a nice home inside the city. It is still in your name, after all. The place just sitting there seemed a little…odd to me.”