Let me introduce myself. My name is Gore Lyle. I’m a six-foot-two-inch, two-hundred-pound (of mostly muscle) ex-Green Beret, ex-cop, undercover SPUTF (Special Police Undercover Terrorism Force) agent. I also am independently wealthy thanks to a mob chief. Did I mention the mob would probably like to take me out? I say probably because I don’t talk to them about that subject. When I interact with the mob, it usually involves a gun and little talk. 

This all sounds cut-and-dried, but life is never cut-and-dried. I always carry bad memories of Green Beret missions that...

Let me introduce myself. My name is Gore Lyle. I’m a six-foot-two-inch, two-hundred-pound (of mostly muscle) ex-Green Beret, ex-cop, undercover SPUTF (Special Police Undercover Terrorism Force) agent. I also am independently wealthy thanks to a mob chief. Did I mention the mob would probably like to take me out? I say probably because I don’t talk to them about that subject. When I interact with the mob, it usually involves a gun and little talk. 

This all sounds cut-and-dried, but life is never cut-and-dried. I always carry bad memories of Green Beret missions that...