“This is the paperwork to prove it. It’s your club, Lennox,” he says, placing the sheets in my shaking hands. “The club is fully paid for. No loans, no debts. And I’ve deposited one year’s worth of operating capital into a checking account. In your name and your name only.” Throat dry, I sift through the papers. There’s a deed to the building, a certificate of occupancy, and finally, a bank statement. Lennox Quinlan
