Chapter 634: Terry Santee

Keenan Santee straightened his clothes, smoothed the panic off his face, and tried to steady himself. Creak! He pushed open the age-worn vermilion wooden door and, carrying a heavy knot in his chest, slipped inside. The room had an antique elegance, lavishly appointed, every piece in its place-as if he had stepped into the bedchamber of a young lord from a bygone era. A broad desk dominated the space, with two armchairs under the hanging lamp in front. The set was carved from precious huanghuali...