Dane
"She used to be a webcam girl, during college."
Dane's mouth dropped open. "Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"And that was all she needed? What kind of webcam girl?"
"She catered to a very specific fetish," his father said. "But she has a real job now—or at least, she used to. She was… unwilling to have that revealed and associated with her normal identity. That and the threat against her family… it was easy, really. She was no challenge at all," his father said, like he was irritated about it.
Dane snorted. "Still looking for the game, huh?"
"I imagine that you suffer some of my pain, Dane. You're an intelligent man. Don't you ever find the utter stupidity and simplicity of the people around you… boring?"
Dane shrugged. "I always had interesting problems to solve. Between the criminal element going after my clients, and your machinations… I never had time to get bored."
