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institutional investors capitalizing on AikoChem’s cycle convinced the SEC to drop its investigation. Garvey pulled off the perfect charade. And of course, all of your father’s clients were watching.”
    “Any one of these clients could have shot my father, just to keep him quiet,” Wilson said.
    “The White Horse retreat was planned for them. Your father wanted to halt all illegal practices among current and former clients. He threatened to expose anyone who would not conform. I warned him against having the retreat, but he insisted. He believed the abuses were his fault and he was determined to stop the escalation. ‘Never be afraid to correct a mistake, no matter how big,’ was all he said. It was a favorite quote from his grandfather,” Daniel said. In an uncharacteristic show of emotion, he muttered, “I should have done more to dissuade him from holding the retreat.”
    Wilson leaned forward frowning at Daniel. “What do you expect to accomplish by feeding me bit by bit?”
    “Your father gave me strict instructions to share this information only if you requested or needed it. That’s what I’m doing, Wilson.”
    Wilson closed his eyes, taking a moment to evaluate what he was about to say. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was choosing to trust Daniel and his firm—maybe it was his father’s trust, or Daniel’s adeptness in handling the Sun Valley police, or the sincerity Wilson sensed in him. Daniel’s loyalty was now a life preserver in a sea of doubt. He hoped he wouldn’t regret his decision.
    “I want to distance myself and the family from my father’s business affairs as quickly as possible, starting with signing off on the merger with KaneWeller,” Wilson said.
    “Good,” Daniel exhaled a sigh of relief. Guiding Wilson to make the right moves was what he’d promised Charles and he always delivered on his promises. It was the least he could do for Charles Fielder—the best client he’d ever known. “I’m meeting with KaneWeller’s attorneys in the morning. Can you come to a closing tomorrow afternoon?”
    “Yes,” Wilson said. “I want you to liquidate my father’s holdings as quickly and discreetly as you can. And I want you to continue using his wealth concealment practices.”
    “Trust me, I will.”
    “I am trusting you, Daniel. Let me know if there are any surprises. Otherwise, I’m empowering you to get us out of his investments posthaste. I want anyone who’s watching to assume that we’re cashing out and moving on.”
    Daniel leaned over to remove his briefcase from under the seat in front of him. He took out a manila folder marked Fielder Estate. “I need you to sign these power-of-attorney documents,” he said as he handed the papers to Wilson and pointed to the removable green arrows indicating where to sign.
    Wilson pulled down his tray table and began signing the documents.
    “Your father told me you were a rare combination of wisdom and will.”
    “Save your bets, Daniel.”
    “You should probably spend some time with Carter Emerson when we get back. He knew your father better than anyone,” Daniel said.
    “I’ve known Carter Emerson all my life, and not only as my father’s closest friend. He was a mentor to me at Princeton when he taught there as a visiting professor from Harvard. He’s definitely on my list,” Wilson said, wistfully. When he finished signing the papers, they both switched off their reading lights and reclined their seats. As Wilson closed his eyes, he recalled how often his father and Carter Emerson had spent hours in private conversation at the family home in Cambridge.

5
    Quinn – O’Hare Airport, Chicago, IL
    Comfortably ensconced in the executive lounge at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport, Quinn read the latest issue of Discount News while waiting for Wayland Tate’s envoy, Andrea Vargas. She arrived a few minutes after six o’clock looking as if she’d just walked off a runway of another sort.
    “Mr. Quinn?” Vargas said,