They thought he was just a rising name. He was hunting for a gun.

And threats must be controlled or removed. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. “Who’s this?” the voice asked. “I need someone who can move through roadshows, media, and capital dinners,” Darren said. “Preferably someone who knows how to hear a lie in a room.” There was a pause. “I can bring someone to meet you,” the voice said. “But first you need to tell me what you’re really after.” Darren looked out at the downtown lights, his tone flat as a trade confirmation. “I want to know who’s opening back doors in the rules.”