Xavier's voice was low, but it carried weight.
"Tell me everything you know about him."
Sandra's fingers toyed lazily with the edge of her blouse, now buttoned. "Everything?"
"Stop playing games."
She smirked faintly. "Evan Martin... multi-billionaire. Just like yourself. Unlike you he deals with 'government unfriendly' things... he's very charming don't get me wrong... but deadly on the inside..."
Xavier didn't blink. "Government unfriendly?"
Sandra's gaze sharpened. "I met him... about two years ago. At a strip club. One of the more... discreet ones. You wouldn't have heard of it... it's the kind where they charge you for breathing the air."
Xavier's jaw flexed. "And?"
She took a slow step closer to him, her tone deliberate. "He paid for a private room. Paid extra because... well
