He notes her expression when she claims no knowledge. Not only had the bastard Shaw taken his legacy, but now it seemed he purposely buried his father's. Oh how there'd be hell to pay. He lowers his hand.
"Sorry. There are certain..individuals in this city who'd like to see me dead. It tends to make me a little paranoid." He sits in a nearby chair, elbows resting on his knees. "So who wants what done?"
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