Michael waited until the house was quiet.Jessica had gone upstairs hours ago. He'd heard her bedroom door close, followed by the silence that always settled over the house at night.He went into the study and closed the door behind him.The file was waiting on his desk.It was thick. Neatly bound. Weeks of work from the investigator he'd hired.He rested his hand on the cover.He had waited weeks for the investigator to finish. Now that the file was sitting in front of him, he couldn't make himself open it.He sat down, took a slow breath, and opened the first page.Samson Loe.The name stared back at him.He kept reading.Samson had been eight when his father joined the Makadi Street project. Arthur Loe had put everything into it—his savings, his company, even the family home.When the project collapsed, the Loes lost everything.Michael frowned.Then he saw his father's name.ARTHUR KENSINGTONHe stopped.The signature beneath it was familiar. Michael had watched that same hand sig
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