Chapter 2Thorn’s phone beeped, and he glanced at the numbers transferred to his bank account. Each case gave him more money than he’d seen combined during his years before Kannan dragged him into the liquidation business. Every week, the numbers grew and grew, but Thorn never knew what to do with it.
The rent he paid for the apartment in the middle of the city cost more than feeding the entire West Point would, and yet it hardly made a dent in the numbers.
Growing up, he’d thought if he only got money, everything would get better, and to complain was crazy, but what the f**k should he do now?
He put his gun on the coffee table, got off the sofa, and went to look inside the fridge—nothing appealing. Grabbing a beer, he went back to the living room. Eating alone was tedious, and he wasn’t
