The man on Drake's right stepped forward. He cracked his neck to the left. Then to the right. Then he cracked his knuckles, slowly and deliberately, one hand at a time. He looked at Andrew the way someone looks at a problem they have already solved. "You are lucky today," he said. "Most people never get the honor of dying by my hands. Consider yourself special." Andrew took a slow breath. His heart was beating faster than he wanted it to. He kept his face steady, lowered into his fighting stance, and moved first. He crossed the room in three fast steps — and hit nothing. The man was not there anymore. Andrew stopped. He looked to his left. To his right. Then he heard a voice directly behind him. "Looking for me?" Andrew spun around. The man was standing right behind him, his hands relaxed at his sides, with no sense of fear on his face. "So," the man said. "How would you like to die? The Voss family is giving you a choice. That is more than most people get." Drake sat back i
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