"I’ll say," said another of the shelter people, speaking up for the first time. He was big and dark, and he was wearing a charcoal-gray tailored suit, and Jane noticed for the first time that he was very young. Younger than twenty. Maybe no older than seventeen. How had this boy ...? And then she looked at him. He was very young, but his eyes were like two dead things. He had the skin-creeping look of a professional poisoner.