"Who is this source?"
Veyron tried to keep his tone measured, almost lazy. He didn't like unknown variables, especially when he was this close to his destination. He tilted his head, trying to read the scout's face for anything.
"The only troublemaker in Blood City." The scout rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by the mention.
"Lord Gabriel," Veyron said. How did he know? Had someone been watching him?
"It will just take a minute to check and you can be on your way," the scout said, trying to sound casual.
Veyron offered a short nod. He stepped out of the vehicle. His boots crunched lightly on the gravel as he walked toward the back of the truck.
Calmly, he unlatched the back door and pulled it open, revealing a perfectly arranged cargo space stacked with luxurious black-and-gold crates.
It was filled to the top with cases of expensive wine.
