Jace's POV
The clubhouse was quieter than usual when I walked into the office the following morning, because most of the members were already at work and the usual noise from the kitchen had been replaced by the soft hum of the air conditioner.
Ethan was sitting behind the desk with three laptops open in front of him, and several printed spreadsheets covered almost every available space.
He didn't look up when I entered.
"I've been here since six." He said and I closed the door behind me.
"Find anything?" I asked.
"More questions than answers." He said and I pulled out the chair opposite him.
"Show me." I said so Ethan rotated one of the laptops toward me.
"The club's legitimate businesses have all been profitable, and the numbers generally make sense." He said.
"Generally?" I ask
