"You seem quite interested in Niel?"
The handsome tall man beside the girl had a sly smile on his lips.
Dean snapped back to reality and didn't answer the man's question, changing the subject instead, "Hello, my name is Dean, from Los Angeles."
"I'm Dim, and as for Niel, you can forget about her; she's already taken!" the girl kindly warned, appearing to have a rather simple personality.
When the handsome man heard Dean's name, his eyes lit up, "Are you old Laine's grandson?"
"Yes," Dean glanced at the two siblings, recalling the information he had just reviewed and smiled, "You must be Dick Lucius, right?"
Dick's eyes widened slightly, "You've heard of me?"
He knew of Dean because Dean was one of the few of his kin who had managed to infiltrate a detective agency and, at only twenty-two years old, had become a captain.
