His eyes slid across the papers, settling on a specific name scrawled across them in hastily written handwriting, circled and underlined in foreboding red. He knew the name. It wasn’t his.

The other man, taller and wearing a dripping snarling smile, tapped the papers with a hand covered in heavy bejeweled rings. The suit he wore was thick with excess wealth but offputting and awkwardly fitting, ...