Clean," I said, sitting in the entertainment room. It was the de facto meeting room as well for our family, as it was the only room in the house that was big enough for everyone involved to sit down comfortably while also having the ability to display the information we needed. "But even with Andi's information from last night, we don't know anything useful." I looked over at my Uncle Mark. A man of enough aliases to confuse even the CIA, the entire family had gotten used over the years that I'd been alive to just calling him Mark. It was easier than remembering that his birth name was Riley, he had been Mark Snow, then Marcus Smiley, then Mathew Mark Bylur. To Andi of course, he was just Dad. No matter what name he went by, on the streets he was the Snowman. When Andi and I had first started, they were still telling stories about him, even though he'd been semi-retired for nearly a decade. Mark looked up at the video replay of Andi's interrogation of the street thug she'd put down the night before.
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