*Eric*

While Persephone was having a private conversation with her neighbor, I decided to light a cigarette. Inhaling deeply, my mind raced in circles, wondering why we couldn’t get reliable information on Dylan’s whereabouts. There was no way that asshat of a child could get the loyalty of this much of the city. He had to have help, which meant I had dissenters in my ranks. Even more than the situation with Dylan, that bothered me.

When I took over the business from ...