Back at home Matt contacted his Kahn, Patrick Burke. They met in the Kahn’s office on nearly the top floor of a high rise. The clan leader was a GQ looking man with a perfectly fitting suit and haircut, styled just right. At his invitation, Matt took a seat facing the desk looking out the glass wall behind the Kahn. It was well after normal business hours and the lights of the city sparkled beneath them, reminding him of just how many people surrounded them.
“You’re sure we’re safe to discuss,” Matt hesitated, “business here?”
“Of course.” The clan leader wove his fingers together in front of him. “You and I are the only people on the floor, and my office is swept for listening devices regularly.”
“Good.” Matt looked down for a second then back up. “First, I need to know if our clan has
