The air in Nathan’s office reeked of expensive whisky and tension thick enough to choke on. He’d agreed to this meeting calmly, letting the man speak first before deciding whether he deserved to walk out of this room.

Nathan had dealt with men like him far too many times before, the kind who always wanted an easy way to make money.

The man, Tyler, stood in front of his desk, clutching a worn-out bag that looked like it had survived too many train rides.

One look was all it took for ...