The man who stepped through the door was none other than Sterling Banks, patriarch of The Banks Family, one of The Three Great Families of River City.
As it happened, Sterling had been entertaining guests at the Royal Grand Hotel that same evening. When he'd caught a glimpse of Cliff's silhouette in the corridor, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. That was precisely why he'd decided to pop in and offer a toast, just to confirm.
He hadn't expected to walk into this.
"When the Divine Marshal gets angry, blood flows for miles," he thought, letting out a silent sigh as he looked at Bank President Swanson crumpled on the floor in a pathetic heap. "That pig will probably die without ever knowing what kind of monster he provoked."
There was not an ounce of pity in his eyes. Whate
