Andrew and Bruce sat facing each other, a stack of photos spread between them. The person in the photo was unmistakably Mathias.
Bruce crossed his long legs, leather shoes tapping the floor. He twirled a cigar between his fingers, saying casually, "You should have known this already. It was Mathias who had his people win big at your casino."
The man behind Bruce leaned forward, pressing a lighter and shielding it from the wind to light his cigar.
Andrew didn't look at the photos on the table. The cigarette between his fingers had burned halfway down when he took a final deep drag, pressing it into the ashtray. He said flatly, "I've already taken care of it. There's no need for you to make a special trip."
Bruce sneered, "You're such a good brother. You don't even react when someone cro
