“He isn’t who you think he is.”
The words followed me out of the taxi.
They wouldn’t stop.
The sky was already dim, the streetlights flickering on one after the other as I stepped onto the pavement. The air felt colder than it should have. Or maybe it was just me.
What did he mean?
My jaw tightened as I shut the taxi door. I know my father. I grew up with him. I watched him build everything from nothing. I watched the way people respected him. The way they feared him. That didn’t make him evil.
Nobody can tell me who he was.
Especially not Zander.
Nobody in business is clean. Not in that world. Not in any world that runs on power and money. That doesn’t give anyone the right to execute a man like an animal.
Zander didn’t have any right.
I was halfway to the gate before a voice ca
