KINGSLEY
I use voice command to call Dan. The ringing sound fills the car, but there's no answer.
"Fuck." I slam one of my fists against the steering wheel as I make a sharp right turn.
I weave between cars, ignoring their honking and the occasional curse. Now, I'm on a mission. One that will only be accomplished when I'm at the company and talking to that bastard. When I first saw the document this morning, I thought something was wrong. Surely, the name and the damned proof in front of me were some kind of mistake. A miscalculation.
A coincidence.
A damn anomaly in the system. But it wasn't.
And it wasn't even the facts I learned from the private investigator. Nor were it the records I had to stoop to and ask for favors to acquire. The truth was sitting right in front
