Secret meetings in unusual locations. Covert phone calls. Gatherings of specific players. Emma knew what was afoot before she even made the drive to New Jersey. This was a game she knew well, one that she and Sebastian Shaw had played ages before. It was interesting to her, however, that the card-holder this time was Julian Howard.
Emma sat in the chair provided her, but declined food or drink. One couldn't be too careful.
"It would seem your little business venture is much classier than it's location, Mr. Howard. Do you intend to clean up all of New Jersey or just this little sliver?"
She didn't expect him to respond. It was just a backhanded compliment.
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