“…And you’re sure about this?” Monica asked from the couch in the living room, looking up at Amaya, who stood a few feet away.

Amaya nodded. “I’m sure. This isn’t the first time I’ve heard his name—either from the maids or even from Kieran.”

Monica gave a slow nod. Jimmy, who had been listening in for a while, suddenly stood. He paced the room like a caged animal before turning on his mother.

“So what are we supposed to do now? Takeshi’s dead. We’ve got no ally against Knight. That psycho could come for us any second. And that little bitch we thought was his leash? She’s feral now! Do...