A soft knock hit the automatic security door. Beeps of a pin being inserted followed, and the door parted from within.

“Good morning, boss.”

“Did you receive my message?”

“Yes, sir.” Julian bowed, holding out a piece of brown card. “That’s his business card. He’s the best in Blackwood underground.”

Ryan took the card, his fingers nibbling the edges of it.

“Boss, I’m curious though. Why do you need a private investigator when we have the entire mafia squad ...