Chapter 30

Jesse leaned over the counter, his portly frame casting a shadow across the polished wood. He didn't check for eavesdroppers; the wards on his shop were thick enough to dampen a scream, let alone a conversation. "Julian, I've been thinking about our little arrangement. You've got talent. More talent than a shop assistant needs. I want you to help me with a special project. I need you to help me rob a rival." Julian didn't blink. He just stared at Jesse, waiting for the punchline that didn't...