Sedric wanted Levi dead, he didn’t need the Shadow Game to do it.
Which meant Sedric was showing off his friendship with the Phoenix Club. Sedric had inherited his position as don less than a year ago, after his father’s death. Since then, in an effort to squash his rival, Vianca Augustine, he’d befriended the wigheads, begun a campaign for office and declared himself an honorary South Sider.
He would make a spectacle of Levi, just to show he could.
After another round, the players headed to the poker and roulette tables. Levi’s profits plummeted to a meager 18 percent, a good percentage for a mediocre player. Not for him.
Even if he played his best at St. Morse, ten days wasn’t enough time to come up with ten thousand volts.
He traced his finger along the edge of the Shadow Card in his pocket. In the stories, receiving one meant only one thing: a warning. Make the Phoenix Club happy, or go buy a cemetery plot.
Lourdes Alfero has to be alive, he thought. Because if she’s not...
Ten days.
Ten days to figure out how to beat his enemies at their own game.
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