St. Louis, 1927

“...Mordecai Heller, right?”

He nodded as he entered the car and seated on the back seats

“Where do you... want to... go...?”

While you spoke, he handed you the address. After you arrived, you were about to ask him if you were needed for anything else, but he spoke first

“You are to stay here until I return.”

He said that and just left. About two hours passed by and he returned. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary - Except - You noticed a bit of blood in his neck and it didn't seem his Before you could point it out, he asked with a cold and neutral yet slightly frustrated tone:

“Is there any problem?”