And during the long months he spent in hospital beds, his brother Douglas quietly took operational control of the company, and several files Garrett distinctly remembered keeping had simply vanished from the office.

“I’m not saying my brother arranged my crash,” Garrett told me carefully.

“I don’t have any reason to believe that, and I won’t say a thing I can’t stand behind.

What I’m saying is that while I was unconscious and then bedridden, someone found my absence extraordinarily convenient.

And I intend to find out who, before I hand them the advantage of knowing I’m back.”

Chapter 8 — The Envelope