The first thing Caiden did Thursday morning, after he and Leander ate breakfast, was take out the videos of Kingsley that Rian had given him. He put the first disc into the DVD player. It was one of Kingsley at a shareholder’s meeting just over a year ago. From there, he went through the others, most of which were taken from video conferences Kingsley had held with the managers of the various arms of his company. The final—and most useful—one had obviously been made fairly recently. And done covertly, Caiden thought. It was taken at Kingsley’s home and showed him on the balcony outside the master bedroom and then down by the pool, as well as walking along the beach.
“Twenty-to-one Rian sent one of his people to film that,” Leander said as he watched. “Probably from a yacht. Kingsley would
