Mia and John sat by the stones, and no one noticed them.

"You shouldn't be here." John explained.

"My dad's hated here, so what? I need to know the truth."

John ducked under a tree, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "Your dad is traced back to you. His enemies are yours now."

"You mean people want to kill me?"

"Just people you're dad took from." John said quietly, a blur against the dark stones.

Mia looked at him, incredulous. "It could be any of these people."

She looked around, and saw people through windows, walking through the streets,