Chapter 7

I shouldn’t have opened the file. But I did. And once I did, I couldn’t stop reading. Luca Ward. Private legal consultant. Contact logs with Richard Voss: 17. Seventeen. Private meetings. Unrecorded calls. Sealed financial advisories. All dated in the six months leading up to my father’s death. My heart dropped. He knew him. He knew him. And he never said a word. I waited until Luca came back from his “quick meeting”—the one he never specified. He walked in like nothing...