Max had to admit that the name Donto Stern wasn't one he was expecting to hear. He'd figured the whole situation back at the university had been resolved pretty easily. If Donto really had no connection to his father or whatever the other high-ranking Sterns were plotting in the shadows, then the entire matter should have ended right there on campus.
Maybe he's just holding a petty grudge? Max thought, a cold calculation settling into his eyes. If his little circle of rich college friends couldn't handle the fallout, and no street gang in Notting Hill was stupid enough to listen to his orders anymore, it makes sense that he'd resort to hiring muscle from completely outside the city limits.
While that train of thought was plausible and likely the exact case, it still left a massive, glaring question mark on the board. What was Donto's connection to a ghost like Hercules?
