"D-Dad?" Micky was worried, and a little bit afraid. "What's wrong?"

George looked at his son. His expression held worry, but it was stern too.

"You will not be seen with that man again."

"Why? Da—"

"Do you understand me?"

Micky sighed. "Yes Dad, I understand."

"Good." George placed a hand on his son's shoulder.

"But why?"

"It's my job to keep you safe."