Dominic's POV
"Phone a friend?" Quentin repeated, his forehead creasing before understanding dawned. "Hold up, you're talking about..."
I snapped my fingers. "Information costs cash, brother. Money does the talking, so why waste our breath?"
Quentin's face brightened. "Hades Network?"
Despite sounding like some creepy graveyard, Hades Network wasn't about tombstones. It was a sketchy "paranormal" operation controlled by someone known as The Exorcist.
Word on the street painted him as this omniscient powerhouse who could access cosmic secrets—maybe even communicate with the dead.
Complete bullshit, naturally. Just a cover for a bounty hunting syndicate.
Flash enough cash? They'd deliver anything, uncover any buried truth.
I kept my mouth shut, letting the concept marinate.
Quentin wavered, then grinned. "Unleashing The Exorcist on some nobody chick? That's overkill—like crushing an ant with a wrecking ball, dude."
