Chapter 16 — The Letters

Arthur had been in critical care.

And Fiona, who understood people the way she understood balance sheets, knew exactly which thread of me to pull.

She told me that a public scandal — Flynn arrested, the family name in the papers, the company he had spent his life building torn apart — would kill the old man in his hospital bed as surely as a bullet.

And I believed her, because it was probably true.

I was an orphan, Flynn.