Michael J. Sullivan

I need your help. ” Royce looked up as if his head weighed a hundred pounds, his eyes red, his face ashen. He waited. “One last job,” Hadrian told him, then added, “I promise. ” “Is it dangerous?” “Very. ” “Is there a good chance I’ll get killed?” “Odds are definitely in favor of that. ” Royce nodded, looked down at the scarf in his lap, and replied, “Okay.