Chapter 7

Kyle and I spent the whole day in his office.

The old blinds were pulled down, blocking out the daylight, leaving only a dim table lamp to light up the files spread out in front of us.

This was the legacy my father, Richard Quinn, had left behind.

Not money, not property, but an invisible web woven from favors, secrets, and leverage.

"Your father was hard as nails back then," Kyle said, turning a page without looking up. "He did business on loyalty and he did it on leverage.

"This one is William Hilton, the CFO at Horizon Group. Ten…