ASHER
"Bring me everything you can get on her," I heard my father say. "Everything. Even the things that do not seem important."
Pushing open the door, I quietly walked into the room.
My father was sitting on his throne-like chair. Standing in front of him were two men dressed so identically that they could have passed as twins, though in build, they were very different from each other. One was tall and broad-shouldered. The other was shorter and stocky.
They were dressed in dark black suits with dark glasses dangling from their fingers. Looking at them in profile, I was sure I had never seen them before.
My father met with all sorts of men, but these men looked like private investigators. I wondered what my father had asked them to do.
My father threw a finger at them as he went
