Rohan lay on the hood of his Shelby, staring up at the stars, earbuds in his ears, rolling the piece of curved bone between his index finger and thumb. The slight widening of his eyes was his only reaction to us. He swiped at his phone, removed the headphones and stuffed both in his pocket along with the bone fragment.

"One twin that looks like a raccoon. And one that smells like he was set on fire." He shook his head. "Is this normal for you two?"

"Ha!" I fist pumped. "I ...