The phone rang at seven in the morning. Jack Morissey was still in...

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The phone rang at seven in the morning. Jack Morissey was still in bed, staring at the ceiling of hi

The phone rang at seven in the morning. Jack Morissey was still in bed, staring at the ceiling of his apartment on East Sixty-First Street, when the phone rang. He let it ring three times before picking up. "Morissey." "Jack, it's me. You need to get to the office. Now." It was Leo, his broker at the firm. Jack closed his eyes and counted to ten. "What happened?" "Blackwater. It's gone." Jack...

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