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He was surrounded by luxury, the best money could buy, but this particular October in Manhattan was damned cold. He paced the richly decorated rooms of his midtown apartment, ice tinkling in his tumbler of scotch—the finest brand, of course.

When his private phone rang, he didn’t immediately answer, hoped to God that idiot he was spending a king’s ransom on would remember to use the code.

After three rings, he punched the call button. “Speak.”

“Jace Carradigne’s clean. One speeding ticket four years ago. That’s it.”

“Not good enough. You know what I need.” He gulped scotch, desperate to feel the buzz. The buzz sharpened his mind, calmed him.

“Yes, of course. It might take some time, though. His company’s telecommunication stock is due to split—for the third time. His employees regard him as a pal. He can name his own hours or take a five-year sabbatical and never have to alter his lifestyle. The guy’s rolling in dough.”

His fingers tightened around the crystal tumbler in his hand, the pressure threatening to shatter the heavy, obnoxiously expensive glass. Why did everyone else get these lucky breaks?

Money and power should be his. It was his right.

And the old man wanted to take it away from him.

It’s not going to happen. If he couldn’t find the information he needed to discredit Jace Carradigne, he’d just have to do it the hard way.

He sipped his scotch, letting the smooth fire dance on his tongue. Truthfully, arranging…accidents wasn’t as difficult as most people believed. And pointing the finger away from himself was like taking candy from a baby.

He nearly giggled at the rush of power that swam through the pleasant haze of alcohol. Let anyone dare to get in his way and they’d suffer the consequences. He just had to let them know they were getting in his way.

After that…well, forewarned was being sporting on his part. He wondered if Jace Carradigne liked to play.

“You have one week. Either get me something, or you’re out.”