Chapter 28 Counterfeit Liquor

• Frederick piloted the car smoothly to the front of Elysian Hotel, where Finneas promptly exited the vehicle and stepped into the lobby. No sooner had he crossed the threshold than a voice called out from behind him, a mix of surprise and recognition coloring the tone.
• “Finneas? Is that really you, Finneas?”
• Turning, Finneas found himself facing a neatly dressed man in his early thirties, who approached and clapped a hand on his shoulder.