If Asher was anything like his sister he would have gone looking for a confrontation two days ago, back when Stephen had let it slip between whining about Frank that 'the bald cop' had been asking questions about him and Danica. But he wasn't like her. He thought before most actions, which was definitely to both his and Vecchio's benefit.

Two days ago he would have said or done something incredibly stupid, he was sure of it. Today, though, cooled down with a slightly more level head, there was only about a forty-five percent chance that he'd do something he'd wind up regretting.

Maybe it was a little close to fifty.

Returning to the compound from Del's, Asher couldn't help but roll his eyes; he'd know that bald head anywhere, and what was worse was the fact that the bastard had the nerve to wear shades while the sun was bouncing off of his head, practically blinding Asher as he reached the stairs a few paces behind him. "Jackass, how 'bout you do the rest of us a favor and try sporting a hat."