Finding Shachaf was going to prove whether he really had the stomach for this entire game. Zamir thought back on previous arguments with his brother.

In none of them had he ever claimed that Shachaf chose an easy thing to do with his time. Back when neither of them would have had to work. They had both chosen to, though. Zamir had become a businessman.

Shachaf had not.

Zamir stared at the paper with his hastily written directions, then at the establishment he’d been led to. He swore.

His job might not take him back if he was caught in a place like this.