Instead of responding to his question, I simply smiled at Chief Brown like a cat admiring a canary.
By now, the perceptive ones had realized that I was the true lord and master of this stand-off. Even one of the so-called Three Young Sirs of Riversun, Liam Dixon, was acting like a lackey in my presence, and Drogo was no better than he was.
Speaking of Drogo, the young man’s expression had grown sterner since he connected the dots. The police chief was also sweating bullets and staring at me like I was his judge, jury and executioner. When he had answered Drogo’s call and rushed over, he never thought he would be caught in a power play between two men that had the power to destroy his career and his life with a proverbial finger snap. I bet he must be swearing up and down in his head righ
