"Might be screwed up, but I was raised right. As my future kids will be...you know. If someone is ever crazy enough to stick around and marry me," he half joked. The women in his life had a tendancy to leave.
"Its just an estimate at this point." Victor reaches into his bag and pulls out a file. These would be safer here than at his parents house. "My dad was working on something before he died. Some machine, but the designs were stolen and sold to another company where it was turned into a very dangerous weapon. I'm now working at my dad's office on the same invention. I figure out who stole the designs, I may be close to finding out who killed them. Just a working theory right now. Just have to play it close to the chest. Working in the belly of the beast as it were."
What he was doing was dangerous. But he no longer cared. He just wanted to have these questions answered.