"I need three hundred bucks, that's all!"

Joseph shook his head, bit back the words that would prove his distrust of his brother. "No, Dev," he said. "I'm short this week myself."

Joseph's eyes gave him away. They slid to the left whenever he lied. They slid back now to Devin's face, to see if he saw through it. Even at sixteen Devin was savvy. Joseph could see that he knew.