Chapter 29 Boardroom Raid

• "Take your hand off your belt, Ramirez, or you’ll be looking for a new job in Staten Island by lunch," Casian said.
• He didn't raise his voice. His tone was flat, cold, and laced with the kind of absolute wealth that made city officials sweat through their collar stays.
• Detective Ramirez stopped two inches from the doorway. His fingers stayed hovering over his holster, his eyes darting from Casian’s broad shoulders to the eleven directors cowering around the long walnut table.