"The Board always wants things back," I replied, sliding the photo into my pocket. "But they never want to talk about why they lost it in the first place."
"I’m not late, Miller," I said, my voice sounding like gravel under a boot. "I’m exactly where I planned to be. You’re just early because you’re nervous." I am Syd Stone
I am . In this city, that name is either a promise or a warning, depending on which side of the ledger you’re on. I don’t carry a badge, and I don’t carry a grudge. I carry a heavy coat, a sharp mind, and the ability to find things that people have spent a lot of money trying to keep lost. "The Board always wants things back," I replied,