Nameless wasn't supposed to come into the office on Mondays. He wasn't supposed to answer the phone. On this Monday he did both. The call was from Barney Rivera—once a friend, now despised—at Great Western insurance. Against his better judgement, Nameless agreed to meet him. The investigation was relatively simple: a multimillionaire rare books collector had reported the theft of eight volumes, worth half a million dollars. From a locked library. To which he had the only key...