Aiden Nicholson got the news of his acquaintance, Logan's, death. He was glad. Why? He went in front of the mirror and looked at his slick-back hair. Now that he was in danger, he felt alive for the first time in years.
He wanted to play. His shriveled-up soul had found a new meaning. He was going to hunt the hunter; he was going to pull the strings behind all and find out who and what is doing this to the elites of the world.
