His brilliant blue eyes shot open and his body tensed in anticipation of ambush. He hadnt been weak when the amulet was stolen, but the hierarchy of street power placed him on the bottom. There were few above him now, and he still hadnt located the priceless heirloom or those who had removed it from his possession. They would pay dearly when he found them.
He rose and stretched his stocky five-foot-five frame, his muscles grateful for the treat.
A voice called through the door. Mr. Matera, Wolfram, sir, weve found the two you quest for. If youd come confirm















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