Hardin's POV
"So, who's actually the person behind it? My staged accident?" I asked, staring at him intently, waiting for a straight answer.
"Gregory Cross." James answered, taking off his sunglasses as he reached carefully into his pocket, dropping a photo right in front of me on the table. "Do you know him?"
Picking up the picture, I studied it, but none of it was really registering. I could barely place who this man was, let alone why he'd want me dead.
"I…don't. But he looks familiar, somehow," I said. "Is he one of our business associates? I think I need to call Carl about this."
"You won't be needing him for this," James replied, laying out more photos across the table as I picked each one up for a closer look.
"He was once an associate of your father's. He's your father's old
