That caught my attention.
"You trusted him that much?"
"Yeah."
Dad didn't hesitate.
"Trust wasn't something I handed out for free."
I already knew that. Dad had spent years building the club into what it became. He had always been careful about who he kept close.
"Elliot earned his place," Dad said.
I looked at the documents spread across the table. Every page seemed harder to believe after hearing that. If Elliot had been involved with Whitmore and Crane, then he'd hidden it from everybody.
That wasn't easy to do.
"What happened when he left?" I asked.
Dad thought about it for a moment.
"He said he wanted something different."
"And that was it?"
"Pretty much."
That answer didn't sit right with me. Maybe it had made sense fifteen years ago. It didn't make sense anymore.
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