Dale Raines was smaller than I expected. I am not sure what I had built in my mind, perhaps something larger and more menacing to match the patience it had taken to construct what he had constructed. But the man who sat across from me in the back room of a midtown hotel was slight and pale, with his brother's eyes and the look of someone who had been carrying something heavy for a very long time.
Marcus was by the door. Kade was outside, as promised.
I was alone at the table with Dale Raines and a folder of documents.
He looked at the folder. Then at me.
"You have a lot of nerve," he said. His voice was quiet. Not shouting angry. The worse kind.
"I know what you've been trying to do," I said. "I'm not here to stop you. I'm here to show you something first."
"I don't want to see anyth
