"Course I won't, Terin." Annabelle said, looking at him with a peaked curiosity. "But if you're worried, here's a secret of mine, okay? That way, if I tell, you can tell." She leaned down, putting her mouth next to his ear and whispering softly, "I may be a leader's daughter, but I run the underground crime in these parts. I know every hitter, killer, dealer, anyone around. Want something? I can probably get it, for a price." She straightened up again, smiling softly as if she hadn't said a word. "Anyway, this place is only for show really. We come here for our parents benefit, not our own." She nodded toward her brother, who nodded in acknowledgement. "Mikey and I only came to get away from our dad. But, enough about that." She said, pulling a free chair from a desk and sitting in it where she'd been standing. "How old are you, Terin? If you don't mind me asking."