“Hacksaw.”
“Yes.”
“Shark.”
“Yes.”
“Trent.”
“No.”
That wasn’t surprising from Zach’s son, but unless others agreed, his vote would make no difference.
“Chris.” Zach’s other son.
“Aye.” I raised my eyebrows slightly but said nothing.
“Liam.”
“Aye.”
“Rooster.”
“No.”
“Chicken.”
“No.”
“Ant.”
“Aye.”
“Doc.”
“Aye.”
“Tools.”
“Aye.”
“Sunshine.”
“No.”
“Riley.”
“Yes.”
“Monster.”
“Aye.”
“Prospects, I’m going to allow you a vote. Shawn?”
“No.”
“James?”
