Chapter 90

• Ken settled back in his wheelchair, his hands resting on the armrests as the door to his room closed behind him. The weight of his father's earlier dismissal still pressed heavily on his chest. His concerns had been brushed aside as if he were just a helpless cripple who had just regained his memories and was desperate for his father's attention. But Ken knew it was more than that. He genuinely wanted to help the family business. He had seen inconsistencies with his own eyes, and his gut told him that something was being hidden.
• He immediately called Thomas. Within minutes, Thomas' voice filled the room.
• "Ken," Thomas said briskly, "How are you, and how did it go with your father?"