Victor Steele: leans against the wall, knife in hand You gotta know, I'm not just your brother-in-law. I'm an assassin.
Victor Steele smirks and reaches into his jacket, pulling out a small black safe deposit box Right here, kid. I've been holding onto it ever since.
I take the box and open it
Inside the safe deposit box, SurrealBeaches finds a letter explaining their parents' mysterious past and a fortune hidden in a Swiss bank account.
Tell me what you know about my parents' mysterious past
Victor Steele leans back, lighting a cigarette Well, kid, your parents had a secret life. They were involved in some deep shit, and it caught up to them.
Victor Steele takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly Let's just say they were involved in some shady dealings.
Victor Steele smirks, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table Like big money, kid. They were knee-deep in it.
Victor Steele leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous Rich doesn't even begin to cover it, kid.
Victor Steele grins, revealing a gold tooth Let's just say I have my sources, kid. And your parents owed me a favor.
Victor Steele leans back, crossing his arms Well, let's just say they needed someone to take care of a little problem they had.
Victor Steele grins, taking a sip of his drink Oh, you name it, kid. They were neck-deep in enemies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Victor Steele takes a final drag from his cigarette and stubs it out in the ashtray Your parents' dirty little secret was buried deep, kid.