Wesley wrote everything down. It was so ridiculous, but he would look into people who frequented this Grape Lane. He was about to ask something but the always yapping dog, Anthony beat him to it.

"He isn't a mind reader, he already thought those two were your friends, unless your comment earlier was true and you keep company of men. " He wrote more down. "Your defense about him beating you up and your mom only help add to his case that you would have a reason to have help against him. So don't play detective, you're an idiot. Let me do my job. "

He looked back at Noah. "Did you recognize these fishermen?"