Chapter 42: Severed Ties

Twenty minutes later, a black twelve-cylinder Bentley pulled up at the curb. The driver wore a suit and white gloves. He spoke respectfully: "Mr. Casson, I'm the driver sent by Mr. Solomon Sabey. My name is Mark Showyer-you can call me Mark. From this day on, I'm your personal driver." Salvatore Casson gave a low hum. "Mark, take us to the university." "Yes, sir." Mark drove while Salvatore sat in the rear. In the full-size D-Class Car, the back seat was plush and loaded with features. The car...