Jeffery stays after his shift in the morning, closing the bar and dismissing every customer that comes down. He slides a hot cup of tea across the table to me, giving me a sympathetic look as he does so. Kam sits next to me, and Jeffery takes a seat across from the two of us.

“It’s dangerous to try and get into the mansion,” he says. “It’s heavily guarded, and it’s rare that people are allowed inside.”

“You’re saying it’s hopeless,” Kam ...