The real fight in a war happens when it is quiet.
By 2:00 AM the Vane Enterprises executive suite was empty. It was like a cave made of marble and glass. The only light came from the computer screens and the neon signs of the Las Vegas Strip. The cleaning people had already. Gone, leaving behind a smell like bleach.
I sat at a black desk in a smaller office. My suit jacket was thrown over the back of my chair. My sleeves were rolled up. My finger was sore from holding a pen for hours.
My eyes hurt from looking at the computer screen.
Arthur Vane’s personal files.
Julian had given me a code to look at these files before he went to the casino. He did not try to hide them from me. He just gave them to me like I was a dog.
He said "You want to look at Arthurs files? Go ahead. Try to find
