Quinn Just six years old when my brother was snatched off the street, I grew up in the aftermath of tragedy. While other kids were happily playing in the sandbox, I was crawling under press conference podiums listening to my parents beg for Jake’s safe return. People sometimes asked if I was screwed up after what happened and I never knew how to respond. Life after the kidnapping was all I’d ever known. Well, that and being the youngest brother to a rock star. Jake was the ultimate survivor. The prodigal son. My king. But I’m not that worshipful kid anymore and I’m tired of walking a step behind. I’ve got the talent. I’ve got the drive. And now I’m coming for Jake’s throne.