Past
I stood up from the table. When I grabbed the business card, I noticed my hand was shaking. Picking up my cell phone, I dialed the number.
The voice from my memory answered on the second ring.
"Hello, Zachery."
"Hello... Nathanial."
"I'm sure you're wondering why I've contacted you."
Hell yes I was. "That's a mild understatement," I replied.
"I would like you to be my guest for a week here at my estate. I have need of a man like you, and I was hoping we could discuss a proposition."
"A proposition?" My voice suddenly bordered on insolence. What did this fucker mean by a "man like you" anyway?
Deep, rich laughter sounded over the phone. The voice was no less arresting than it had been when Monroe had placed a knife in my hand. "I assure you that you will be safe and my intenti
