At eighteen the younger Tremont was handsome. His biracial background had given him a milk chocolate complexion and dark hair that curled naturally the way some guys spent mass money to achieve with Jheri curls. His dark brown eyes were nowhere near the same color of Scotty's cornflower blue but the similarity in brow, eye shape and facial structure left no mistake that the two were definitely brothers.

Phonso's expression grew serious. "Have you talked to G ...