Over a late evening meal of spicy chicken fajitas, rice and guacamole with chips, I explained my findings, suspicions and basic theory to Tyler.
“See,” I said, wiping my mouth with a paper towel, “if I’m reading this right, the son wants revenge on those he feels are responsible for the death of his father. He wants to make Forever Safes, and by extension, his uncle, Franklin Cordone pay for, I don’t know, betrayal? What’s sad is, I’ve known this guy for a while, and think, well, thought of him as a good friend. He seemed to be this unassuming, humble kind of man with a thing for jade. When I met Franklin, I thought he looked a little familiar, but I couldn’t place it, until I looked again at an old family picture with the brothers together. Then it all clicked. His background, education,
