The Count had gotten into a few things since last year. A bunch of those could have been the cause for someone getting furious at him, although nothing he had done had struck him as notable enough to bump against some kind of organized crime. Which is what these two practically shouted in the way they acted.
Maybe it was connected to the elixir touch thing last year. But the owner had seemed pretty stand-up, and it didn’t seem likely that one of the now-fired patent partners who had set up the hit on The Count and his partners would have had that kind of backing without it touching the main person, who was Jonathan. He would have known them. But then, there was the hired muscle this new friend or friend had sent. That had to come from somewhere.
At that moment, the front door opened and
