The massive, scarred man known as Mr. Madison—the feared Kurt Russell of the Aurora Bay docks—felt a cold lump of lead form in his stomach. He swallowed hard, the sound of his own gulp echoing like a death knell in the sudden silence of the highway. The air around Dominic Mylod seemed to shimmer with an invisible, oppressive heat, a physical manifestation of a power that Kurt couldn't begin to comprehend.
"I’ll call..." Kurt stammered, his voice cracking like dry parchment. "I'll call my people. Just... just give me a second."
Dominic extended a finger, wagging it slowly back and forth with a chilling playfulness. "Make sure they're the best you’ve got. If you bring more of these 'stray cats and dogs' to my doorstep, I might lose my patience. And believe me, Mr. Madison, you don't want t
