They never proved I had anything to do with Whittaker’s death. But I was there. I got into his building the night he died, no question. The charges didn’t stick for murder, but twenty years for conspiracy and obstruction? That held. They said I was part of a coordinated effort to intimidate corporate leaders. Maybe I was. Prison didn’t slow me down. I ran my operation from the inside, kept my team sharp, the money flowing. Now I’m out—and richer than ever. Slid right back into the role like I never left.
