He’d expected to get home much earlier, but the negotiations he’d begun with the blood brothers weren’t going as well as he’d hoped. There were some issues with their debt financing structure that were going to make securing a large, unfettered interest in the company close to impossible. The McKays had borrowed money from a legion of family members during their research and development phase and had given away a substantial amount of their shares in return. Hell, he’d be lucky to get a quarter ownership of the thing, which would hardly justify the nine-digit investment they needed. He’d learned long ago not to put his money into anything he couldn’t get it back out of. His father had taught him that lesson. The first hundred thousand the man had “borrowed” from him had been lost into the ether. After that, Jack had required that some transfer of property, either real estate, jewelry, or art, occur in his favor before he wrote a check to Nathaniel Six. God, his father had hated him for that.
