Kira pulled out a stack of papers that she had printed. "Okay, I looked into this guy's finances. Andrew Lacroix . . . says that he's thirty years old." She looked at her guests. "He isn't, is he?"

"Not for two-hundred and twenty years," Clara responded.

"Damn. How old . . . no, I won't ask. Anyway, most of his finances are tied up in real estate, and he has a number of hotels and clubs in the Savannah area. All of it seems to be above board, but then you've got his import/export business. The weird part is his exports."

"What's weird about them?" Sebastian asked.

"There aren't any....