Dylan forced an awkward laugh and ducked his head sheepishly. "I was just kidding, Mr. Lloyd. Please don't be angry."

He had no doubt about Andrew's influence. With one word, this man could actually have him performing stand-up comedy for the rest of his life.

…

The SUV pulled up in front of a towering building in Jayrodale's West End district.

"Mr. Lloyd, this is Madam Vostokoff's headquarters—the main base of West End's underground operations," Dylan explained while opening the door fo