A rotten flesh ever so velvety, triggered lil greedy hands excavating the truth buried along a maiden's corpse as a bargain for king's ransom. Money whores are doltish. Deus believes, the vocalist of a local band in West Martinez. Because the veracity is in his hands, causing barrels pointed at his skull. He's an expert at hiding, a smart one to get his life at peace for four executive years, but oblivious to a pair of genius eyes slithering way through his deepest cloak-and-dagger.