The Trap

Dane

Back in his father's office. Again. Only this time, they weren't alone. Felix hovered around the edges of the room. The man rarely sat down even when they weren't making plans. But days like today, when they were fully operational, Felix was a bird on a wire—always on the edge of flight. He kept looking at Dane, trying to catch his eye, and Dane kept ignoring him. He wasn't getting pulled in. Not today.

His father had called them together to put what he called the finishing touches on an operation. Dane was only half-listening, assuming it would be another press on somebody who owed his father money, or an attempt to get blackmail material on someone a powerful person wanted to bring down. Those were the bread and butter of his father's days.