"Mr. Kane... Mr. Kane, please," Nolan whimpered, his voice cracking like dry parchment. He reached out a trembling hand as if to grab Ace’s sleeve, though he didn't quite have the courage to make contact. "You have to do something. You have to step in. This... this is a place of business, for heaven's sake! We’re professionals. Even if the deal falls through, we shouldn't throw away our civility, right? We can still be friends. Surely, we can keep things friendly?"
Ace didn't immediately respond. He watched the scene with a detached, clinical interest. Hudson Nolan was terrified—properly, bone-deep terrified. And he had every reason to be.
Standing in the center of the lobby was Larry Anderson. To the uninitiated, he might have looked like just another oversized security guard, but Hudso
