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myself once in a while. That’s kind of the reason I’m calling you, Cole. I need some money from that dynasty you control,” Sawyer trilled. “What was that name again?”
    Cole’s stomach flip-flopped. “How much?” he asked gruffly. “Shigata Mitsu,” he almost snapped.
    â€œA bunch. Listen, I need to talk with you. I’ve designed this . . . Cole, it will bend . . . it’s a plane that will bend the laws of aerodynamics. 1 did it in between changing diapers and wrestling with Adam. Coleman Aviation hasn’t got the financing I’m going to need. I need big bucks, little brother.” Her voice was so airy, so confident-sounding, Cole cringed. “Millions. Maybe a hundred million.” His stomach lurched a second time. “Don’t you want to know about this splendid plane? Adam is impressed. Riley said, and this is a direct quote, ‘It will put us back in the running when Cole comes through.’ End of quote. I guess I overwhelmed you. Listen, I see this as tomorrow’s Top Gun . I’m talking about super-maneuverability, within seconds. A decisive advantage in air-to-air combat. Vectored thrust engine. Canard wings. You interested, Cole?”
    â€œWhat do I get out of this?” Cole asked coolly.
    â€œThe chance to be my financial backer. It’ll fly, Cole. Trust me. It’s like we’re coming full circle. Just like Grandpa Moss did the first time around. It’s our chance to get out from under. Megabucks. Are you in, Cole?” Her voice was fretful-sounding now, Cole thought. She probably hadn’t expected any questions, any opposition.
    Cole thought about profit margins, his past three years, and his miserable time at the helm of Rising Sun. “Seventy-five percent and twelve percent interest. I could charge fifteen, but since you’re family, I’ll go with twelve.” This must be what he’d subconsciously been waiting for, a sign from the other side , from Shadaharu. Jesus, it was his first goddamn clue. What else could it be? His thoughts grew frenzied. Seventy-five percent and twelve percent interest would put him where he wanted to be, in control, showing a profit. For sure he was a believer now. A niggling voice intruded in his thoughts. At Sawyer’s and the family’s expense. His mind continued to race. Was it too high, too much? Guts, he needed a bushelful now. The numbers were high, but given the vagaries of government contracts, it could also alienate the family, plus . . . plus he could be betting the ranch on a ghost. Was he losing his mind? Ah shit! He wished now he hadn’t rattled off the numbers at the speed of light. He was about to speak when Sawyer’s shrill voice pierced his eardrum.
    â€œDid I hear you right, Cole?” she said coldly. “Seventy-five percent and twelve percent interest?”
    In his life he’d never heard such a voice from her. He wanted to say no, take the words back. He thought about Rising Sun’s profit margin. He thought about his father-in-law, who just happened to be a ghost, a spirit. Well, either he believed or he didn’t. He decided he believed.
    â€œI’m open to negotiating this matter,” he said. “Nothing is ever carved in stone. Isn’t it about time for you to come over here? Let’s sit down and hammer out a deal we can all live with.”
    â€œIn your dreams, Cole,” Sawyer snarled. “I guess I did hear you right. You give some people power and money, and it’s all over.”
    Cole didn’t think her voice could get any angrier or any colder, but it did.
    â€œGood-bye, Cole.”
    â€œSon-of-a-fucking- bitch ,” Cole hissed.
    Hovering discreetly at the entrance to the Zen garden, Sumi trundled her way down the winding path to where Cole was sitting. “What is it?” she asked fearfully. “Did Sawyer . . . is it bad news?”
    â€œDepends on your point of