"You must spend a fortune in carbon offsets," I said as I allowed the strange man to walk me to the Hummer. He clutched my hand as hard as I held on to his. Like a lifeline.

At my question, he looked over at me warily and shook his head. "No."

It was a strange answer. My cousin always wanted to portray a normal existence in his day-to-day life. Most people who met Westley never realized he was the leader of the underground criminal organization because he seemed ...