FLYNN'S POVThe report came Thursday in a plain envelope. No logo, no return address, exactly how I'd requested.I'd hired the investigator five weeks ago. Purely for business. Dominic Ashford had been circling three of my active markets with the kind of precision that doesn't happen by accident, and I liked to know who I was dealing with before they became a problem I hadn't prepared for.I read it after everyone left the office.Dominic Ashford. He is thirty three, from south Boston, and had a MIT scholarship. Built something from nothing, sold it at twenty-eight for the kind of money that changes your family's entire story. The investigator had pulled his business history, his investment patterns, how founders talked about him off the record.The picture was clear. He was smart, patient, self-made in the way that leaves marks on a person. He'd grown up with nothing and learned early that the world required more from him than it did from people who started with something. That lesso
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