"Snowland, Mokova City?"
Jack Brooks looked at the address on his phone screen. Perry Bailey had fled far, thinking the icy wasteland of the north would protect him and his stolen fortune.
Jack sneered. "There is no place on Earth that is far enough."
He dialed a number stored in his phone's secure memory.
"Hades!"
The voice on the other end answered instantly, trembling with reverence and fear. It was the Warden of Alchemy Demon Island Prison.
"Connect me to Golovski," Jack ordered. "I have a job for him."
"Golovski?" The Warden hesitated. "Boss, that guy... he's in solitary confinement again. He smashed the cafeteria because the beef stroganoff was cold. He's been screaming for two days."
Golovski. A Snowland oligarch worth hundreds of billions. He controlled the energy sector, t
