**Chapter 22: A Desperate Man**
The sound of poker chips clinking filled the air as Elias and Collins walked into the backroom of a dingy underground casino. The place reeked of whiskey, sweat, and broken dreams. Men hunched over tables, their faces lined with the weight of bad decisions.
Joseph Vale was easy to spot. He sat alone at a high-stakes poker table, his shirt slightly wrinkled, dark circles under his eyes. The dealer laid down a new set of cards, and Joseph's hands trembled as he reached for his chips. A man drowning in his own vices.
Elias strolled over, pulling up a chair beside him. "Rough night?"
Joseph barely spared him a glance. "You don't belong here."
Elias smirked. "Neither do you. But here we are."
Joseph's eyes flickered with recognition, finally looking up. "You're that detective. Mercer."
"Glad to know my reputation precedes me."
Joseph exhaled sharply. "What do you want?"
Elias leaned in. "Your brother has a lot of enemies. I'd bet good money you're one of them."
Joseph's jaw tightened. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Elias placed a folded piece of paper on the table. "This is a list of every debt you owe. Every person waiting for you to fail. I'm guessing Lucian hasn't exactly rushed in to save you."
Joseph swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room. He was scared—terrified, even.
Collins sighed. "Listen, man. We're not here to screw you over. We just want to know how far Lucian is willing to go to protect his empire."
Joseph hesitated before whispering, "Not far enough to protect me."
Elias nodded. "Then maybe it's time you pick a new side."