DAMIEN
The number that kept coming back was four-point-three million.
Four-point-three million dollars across three development deals that had failed in sequence over eighteen months, each failure feeding the next one, the way these things do when you're leveraging one position to fund the bridge to the next and the whole structure is load-bearing debt and one bad quarter somewhere in the chain. He knew it was bad when the second deal fell through. He'd known it was critical when the third one collapsed eight weeks before Knox Blackthorn appeared in Riley's parking lot and turned the board completely over.
He hadn't known the twins were Knox's. That was true, and it mattered to him that it was true, though he was aware that it only mattered to him.
He sat in the hotel suite — he was st
