The thumbnail sat in the sealed bag on the table.
Harolin sat in the chair and breathed through his nose and did not make another sound. His thumb was wrapped in a cloth Seo had produced from somewhere, which told Harolin that all of this had been planned with the specific detail of someone who knew how to do this and had done it before.
Seo sat on the edge of the table and looked at him.
"Trust me, Harolin darling. I'm not your enemy," Seo said.
"You drugged me and pulled my thumbnail off," Harolin said. "Define your terms."
"I'm not your enemy in the way that matters," Seo said. He picked up the sealed bag and looked at it. "Your brother paid me fifty million to kill you."
Harolin looked at him.
"My brother? Elijah?"
