"Let's skip the whole 'who are you? What are you doing here thing?' been there done that. All you need to know is I am looking for the Chiaramonti Hereditarium and this is my occasionally useful sidekick," I said, kicking open the door that the guard had directed us to after Max had been almost strangling him to death for five minutes straight.
What can I say? We get shit done.
"Now which one of you is a decedent of Hecate Chiaramonti? Your guard told us he would be here."
At the window of the room were three, dark-haired, muscular men. Within moments two had exited the office through a side door leaving the tallest leant casually against the wall.
"Looks like we found our guy," Max said clapping his hands together once.
"Where is the Chiaramonti Hereditarium?" I demanded.