Joker Lines Novels & Stories

The television screen dimmed, the replay of Amber’s interview fading into silence. Grandfather Asher remained seated, cane resting beneath his palm, expression unreadable. His assistant approached quietly. “Sir.” He did not look up. “The private line.” That made him glance over. The assistant held out the discreet black phone — the one reserved for very few names. On the screen, a contact flickered: The Joker. A slow smile formed. “Well,” Grandfather Asher murmured. “It took you long enough.”