Luckily, a man known to be far more dangerous than me decided to have mercy, for once in his life. He bailed me out, got my sentence reduced, and rescued the pub before it could be collected in civil assets forfeiture. Unfortunately, that meant I owed the man, and I don’t like debts. So, for years I worked as Dr. Kal Anderson’s associate, part fixer and part private investigator, while he figured out a way to extract himself from the Mafia. Eventually, he did—by stealing his don’s daughter and forcing her to marry him. But that’s not my story to tell.
