STRIKER

“Welcome, sir Striker.” A butler in a white and black uniform welcomed me. “He’s been expecting you.”

“Thank you.” I didn’t ask how. I didn’t set an appointment to see Moses, but here I was, walking into the lion’s den.

Moses’ estate was like I’d never seen in the neighborhood. A late renaissance-inspired luxurious castle in the middle of the woods, but I had passed with three levels of security.

Passing through the longest hallway alone was tiring, but the whole place looked rich in king-inspired interiors.

“How many rooms are in this house?”

“This one alone, sir, has thirty-three.”

“Is that his lucky number or something?”

The butler...