LAKE
“Lake Winston.” Gabe Linden grinned, the owner and chairman of Osmium Resource Group, one of the largest private military contractors in the world, who also happened to be a good friend. Osmium had a futuristic building that London called a donut. He may not have Braddson blood, but he was family.
“Linden.” I held my hand out, but he pulled me into a bear hug instead.
He looked at me for a moment, and when he did that, he knew I needed a favor, and it was something important.
Linden started the Firm, a startup private investigator agency, from the ground up in a small studio room with his friends. Now, he ran a multi-billion dollar company, yet he remained down to earth.
“What do you want, Winston?” He opened the door to his office.
“Wow. Is that how you treat a client?” I stalked inside.
“A client? A fucking Braddson-Winston is a client, huh?” He slumped his ass on his chair.