Prologue
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Chapter 1
Three-thirty in the morning, maybe closer to four. 3
Chapter 2
David Russo would always remember the moment when clarity first. . . 9
Chapter 3
There was something uniquely soothing about the whir of helicopter. . . 19
Chapter 4
I’m sorry, David. He’s on his way to his son’s. . . 25
Chapter 5
Geography aside, it was hard to tell where Wall Street. . . 31
Chapter 6
Monday morning, 8:59 a.m. 38
Chapter 7
The first thing David noticed as he stepped out onto. . . 44
Chapter 8
David stepped out into what looked to be a lounge,. . . 50
Chapter 9
The view was like something out of a science fiction. . . 62
Chapter 10
Are you sure about this?” 65