For years we played together. Our friendship formed on virtual battlefields across the vastness of the internet. We spent thousands of hours in each other’s company, though we never officially exchanged real names. But I still know who they are. How could anyone not get curious? Thanks to my profession, I had the skills to dig deeper, so I did. I never expected to discover my friends were the founding members of the greatest metal band of all time. Hazardous. Dodger, Arlo, Slate and Prophet. Bonded by juvie, forged beneath stage lights. And all of them are so very out of my reach. Until now. A contract has come through, and their names are on the paperwork. The Belladonna assassin assigned to their case? Me.