Hunter sat at the bar, staring at the golden drink in his glass. The place smelled of smoke and cheap perfume. He looked tired, his shirt buttons undone. He didn’t even notice when Josey walked in until she sat beside him.

“Rough night?” she asked with a smile.

Hunter sighed. “You could say that.”

Josey leaned close, her perfume strong. “I heard you’re in a bit of trouble, Hunter. Something about a bribe and a few angry tenants?”

He frowned. “You came here to mock me?”

“Not at all,” Josey said sweetly, tracing her finger on the counter. “I came to offer help. Our company, Patsy Loan Shark Limited, is...