I opened my laptop and looked at the picture on my screen. When Reaper asked me to look up Adam Worthington III, I found several incriminating facts. The man had his hand in every dirty pot he could find. And when I did a photo search, I saw the many faces he aligned himself with, from politicians to Hollywood actors. The man got around faster than a whore on Friday night. When I continued to scour the web for information on him, I came across a single photo from his college days. A single picture of him and one other standing in front of the college marque, smiling.
I didn’t want to believe it myself, but a picture was worth a thousand words.
There, next to Adam Worthington III, was none other than Gideon St. James. Both men looked young, maybe nineteen or twenty. The carefree look on their faces was of simple college students having fun, enjoying the day. If I didn’t know either of them, I would say it was just a normal college picture that either a friend or family member took. But I did know them. What I also knew was that one of the boys worked for the Society while the other wanted to bring them down.
Since I didn’t believe in coincidences, all my alarm bells went off. Now I just had to find the link between them because before I came to Reaper with what I found, I needed to be damn sure what I told him was factual. If not, it could bite the club in the ass.
I spent the next couple of hours researching and digging up anything I could on both men. Everything from birth certificates to the last women they fucked. No matter how deep I looked, I couldn’t find any evidence that linked the Guardian directly to the Society or Ascari. In fact, from everything I read, St. James was on the level.
Worthington was another story. The man was so far up the Society’s ass I was positive he didn’t shit without permission. The only thing linking the two men was the college photo. When I looked into their college days, it was like reading something out of the Fast Times at Ridgemont High. The two men fucked their way through college. Participated in every fucking sport they could, somehow managed to get decent grades and literally joined every fucking club except Chess Club. They were well versed in many languages and came from wealthy families. They were so damn similar it was uncanny, yet after graduation, both men traveled separate paths.
How could two men with similar pasts be so damn different?
What was the catalyst that separated them?