Ryan Blackwood sat in his downtown office, fingers steepled under his chin as he studied James Mitchell across the desk.
"Marcus Chen worked for Kane Enterprises five years ago," Ryan said slowly. "That means he might still have connections there."
Mitchell nodded. "It's possible. Though according to my sources, he left on bad terms—"
"I don't care about the terms. I care about the connections." Ryan stood and walked to the window overlooking the city. "Victor Kane doesn't run a company that forgets people. If Marcus worked there, even in security, someone would remember him."
"What do you want to do?"
Ryan turned back with a cold smile. "I'm going to offer him a job."
Mitchell looked confused. "A job? Why would you—"
"Because I want him close. I want to watch him. See how he handle
