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  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CONTENTS
  5. PART ONE
  6. 1
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  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
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  17. PART TWO
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  45. PART THREE
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  67. PART FOUR
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  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  88. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Bo smiled and snatched one of the sandwiches. He was famished and ate half of it before he opened his mouth to talk again. He had to admit that the pork was fantastic. “Before we start, I have to know one thing.”

“Albert,” Hooper said. “My first name is Albert. You know . . . like Fat Albert.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Bo mimicked the cartoon character, but neither of them laughed. “I’ll stick with Hooper.”

“Good.”

“Tell me about Zannick.”

The investigator stuck a chip in his mouth and grabbed a remote control from the table. He clicked it, and a movie projector screen began to drop from the wall closest to them.

Bo frowned at the screen and then swept his eyes around the plush conference room. “If you don’t mind me asking, how does a private investigator afford digs like this? I know it ain’t from being an Uber driver.”

“My parents died rich and left me a boatload of money,” Hooper said, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Then why the hell did you choose to be a private dick.”

He smiled and spoke with his mouth full. “Because I’m good at it.”

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Two hours later, as he drove his “leased” Explorer over the Tennessee River Bridge and hopped on I-565 toward Huntsville, Bo had to agree that Albert Hooper was a very good investigator. Bo’s brain was still buzzing with the information that Hooper had displayed on his projector in a detailed PowerPoint presentation.

Michael Zannick had grown up in Boston, Massachusetts, the only son of Henry and Patricia Zannick. Henry Zannick was a professor of mathematics at Boston University, and Patricia worked in marketing for the New England Patriots. Michael attended elementary and middle school in the Boston neighborhood of Charlestown and graduated from Charlestown High School in May of 1996. Thereafter, he obtained a full scholarship to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, where he went on to graduate with honors in 2000 with a degree in computer science. Zannick worked in computer design with several companies in the Boston area until 2005, when he became one of the earliest investors in the social media phenomenon known as Facebook, which had been founded by a Harvard University student named Mark Zuckerberg. By 2010, Zannick, who also invested in Twitter and Instagram, had accumulated a net worth of close to $100 million. He bought his parents a historic three-story brownstone in Charlestown and himself a palatial mansion and a thousand acres in the Berkshires.