Trevor eyed Izzy cautiously, obviously suspicious of her intentions. "I don't know where he lives exactly," he started, probably telling the truth, though Izzy doubted he would tell if he knew. "Best I heard was that he lived in a big, fancy mansion just outside of town. Is there something going on with him?"

Stories of a sickly, frail boy. A boy without presence, without weight. Rumors, in other words. Rumors gave way to legend, which gave way to aberrations, as Izzy had experienced multiple times by now. Was it worth it to involve Trevor in all of this again?