Cut a deal. The words sent a shiver up his spine. Deals, he knew all too well. The terms were arguably more generous than bargains he'd entered into in the past, on the surface at least. Names did carry power in them and although Dan Myers didn't seem like the kind of man who would know that such power existed, let alone how to manipulate it, seeming and being were not the same thing.

“My name is Boyd - and I'll take that coffee black, with no sugar.”