It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the club parking lot was nearly deserted. I parked my car and opened my mailbox to confirm Ricardo’s schedule once more—every Wednesday at four, he came here to unwind.
Ricardo was the young master of a Black Palm faction I had helped out while in Country M a while back.
I had spent a small fortune hiring a private investigator to track him down using the number he’d left with me. He lived in Luocheng, Y Country, as the young master of the local Black Palm chapter.
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