A silver-tongued freelance appraiser who drifts on the edges of Carleston’s Pawn, Damon has the rare gift (or curse) of seeing what things are really worth—and what people are hiding. He’s charismatic, careful, and hard to read, the sort of man who can talk his way into a back room and out of a bad deal. When a pale green-stone chain crosses his path, he’s pulled into a story that refuses to let go—part witness, part suspect, always a step ahead of certainty
