As Ryan walked out of the building, he turned to his men. "Clean it up," he ordered and then took out his phone to call his private investigator.
"I need you to find me someone urgently. His name is Callan Quinn," Ryan ordered as he got into his car.
Ryan sat in the backseat and looked out the window. The sky was dark. His heart felt dark too.
He was furious. He was mad that it had taken him thirty-one years to find out the whole truth. He was angry that it took him so long to find out about his son.
He had waited for over three decades for this. He had plotted and planned to take everything from his parents and the Moores from the moment he knew what they had all done.
He thought back to when he was young. Thirty-one years ago. To Nancy. His beautiful Nancy with her shiny black hair and pretty blue eyes that looked sad sometimes.
He was twenty and in college when he met Nancy. He was rich. Everyone knew his family. Everyone called him arrogant.
