PART 1: Malcolm Greyford had learned to sit very still. His eyes were closed and his breath moved in slow and heavy rhythms, yet his mind wandered briskly. The world believed him to be a frail magnate nearing the last chapter of his life. He sat curled in a deep plum armchair inside his estate in Norchester, a place where quiet hallways held the weight of his fortune. He had built shipping firms, resorts, and technology lines. He had more comforts than he could count. However, he lacked one precious thing. Trust.
