A Few Months Before Blackmere
The road was empty.
No streetlights. No other cars. Just two headlights cutting through the dark and the sound of an expensive engine going quiet as the car rolled to a stop.
Harolin was already there, leaning against his own car with his arms folded, watching.
The door opened. Dominic stepped out in a coat that cost more than most people's monthly salary, shut the door behind him, and walked over.
They shook hands.
Harolin looked at the car. Then at Dominic.
Dominic shrugged. "Gift. From Ruaan."
Harolin clicked his tongue and held out his hand.
Dominic reached into his coat and pulled out a brown file, thick with slightly worn edges. He handed it over.
Harolin didn't waste time. He pulled the papers out and began reading immediately, his eyes moving quickly and precisely down each page. More information. More details. More pieces of Ruaan Calder were laid out in black and white for him to go through.
He heard a click beside him and looked up.
