The room was institutional grey, furnished with a metal table and three uncomfortable chairs. Charles Bennett sat in one, the rough material of his prison jump suit an irritant against his skin. From the moment he'd been handcuffed and shoved without ceremony into a helicopter behind Joe Panko's house, his life had been one pile of s**t after another.
No, he corrected himself. It went to s**t the moment Trey Haggerty answered the phone in his office. And it had gotten worse every minute. His empire, which he'd spent years building, was crumbling right in front of him, and he couldn't stop it. Federal accountants had assumed control of Bennett Global Enterprises and all its subsidiaries, tracing and examining every project listed on the books. His encrypted files had been cracked and evide
