"He didn't say a thing about where he was, he's not stupid," Much couldn't stop himself from speaking, not after that look from Marcie. He held his ground as Apollo turned to look at him, although things like survival instincts (and Apollo's facial expression) were telling him fairly firmly to shut up.
"Do you know him?" Apollo asked, one eyebrow raised. "You and your band of Merry Men aren't harbouring the little runaway thief, are you?"
Shit Much wished they were, not just because Kaden would be so much safer if they were, but also to stick it to Apollo. Much would have really like to find a way to stick it to Apollo.
But he shook his head, because none of his mates needed Apollo bashing down their door looking for Kaden.
"Good," said Apollo, and then pointed at them both, sipping his coffee. "You know I'll know the second either of you lie to me? Yeah? Got it? Good. Marcie, are you planning to talk to him again?"