"Fred."
The blow rocked him but he managed to keep his feet. His legs felt like water.
"How many of your family are living, Martin?"
"Just my mother." He licked his cracked lips. "And my brother. That's all."
"You've lived in Chicago all your life?"
"Yes ... yes, sir."
Mr. Malcolm finally put down the reports he had been reading and looked up at him. If Tanner's eyes had been cold, Stan thought, then Mr. Malcolm's eyes were frozen.
"You don't like Chicago, do you?"
"I ... I guess I like it well enough."