The receptionist glanced up, sizing him up quickly but not unfriendly. “Do you have an appointment, sir?”

Johnny shook his head, eyes steady. “No. But it’s urgent.”

“You need—”

“Tell him or her, I'm Johnny Lucas.” Johnny snapped.

She froze, her eyes widening, almost in disbelief, standing in front of one of Lucas's bloodline?

There was a brief pause as she tapped something into the computer. “Wait here, please.”

Johnny didn’t move, his gaze sweeping over the room. But even after another long sweep, it just felt normal. There was nothing special or odd about this firm.

Then, he heard the elevator bell ringing and a woman dressed in formal...