He sighed before resting his head on his hand. "So, Jack, where's your hot sister? She's still single, yeah?" Jack didn't reply, his expression stricken.
"Well, where is she?" he pressed. "She doesn't have a partner, right?" "She's dead, Salem," Jack said sharply. "Natalia's dead."
Jack's jaw hardened. "I don't think we should talk about this anymore," he said quietly. Salem stepped back and nodded. "I get it. I'm... I'm real sorry, Jack." Jack watched him go and then turned to Avice. "Let's drink."