"What was that?" Hector asked James as they sat in the car, heading back to the house.
The whole meeting had been chaotic, at least from Hector's viewpoint.
"What do you mean?" James looked at him while putting on the ring Benjamin had given him.
"All of this. You know I respect you, but what you should have done was shut him down the moment he said he wanted to join. He's a dog, an agent. He'll stab you in the back the second he gets the opportunity. Who knows? Maybe the whole story was just fabricated lies to gain your sympathy." Hector shook his head. "And in the underworld, there's only one rule, don't make deals with them. That's the only rule."
"And who is the underworld?" James asked as he held out his hand, staring at the ring.
Hector didn't understand the question at first and also looked at the ring.
