Page 1 of The Tycoon

Chapter1

Thursday, July 24th, Kincaid Energy, Inc.

Denver, Colorado

Cole droveinto the parking garage and exited his Jaguar F-Pace SVR.The luxury SUV had been his Christmas gift to himself.What’s the point of being a billionaire if I can’t spoil myself sometimes?He grinned and pocketed his keys.As he turned to collect his briefcase, he saw the reflection of someone behind him in the side mirror.He turned and saw an assailant with a knife.The man held the weapon about waist-high, like he expected to gut Cole.

Cole rounded on the man and kicked the knife from his hand.Then he put his hands up, fists loose.

The man charged him, hitting Cole in the stomach with his shoulder.

Cole slammed a knee into his gut.Boxed his ears with the edges of his hands.

The man screamed and let loose of Cole to grab his ears.

Cole slammed an uppercut into the man’s jaw and knocked him out.Then Cole reached into his pocket for his phone and called Mason.

While he waited for Mason to arrive, he went through the man’s pockets and found a wallet.Donald Nelson.The name was not familiar to Cole.He looked down at the man.He was young, blond, and, according to his driver’s license, he had brown eyes.Donald Nelson was twenty-four years old and lived in a shady part of Denver.He had a tattoo of a cloverleaf on the inside of his wrist.

Cole knew the Aryan Brotherhood sometimes used the clover, but whether this kid was a member of a gang or just a wannabe, he didn’t know.Maybe the police would know.

When Mason arrived, he checked the man’s pulse.

Cole rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his hips.“I didn’t kill him, just knocked him unconscious.”

“So I see.I take it he attacked you?”

“He did.With that knife.”He pointed toward the weapon sticking half under the left rear tire of the Jag.“I didn’t touch it.They should be able to get some prints from it, although they won’t need them because he had identification on him.”Cole waved the man’s wallet at Mason.

Mason pulled a glove from his pocket and picked up the knife.“I’ll make sure the police get it.You should probably wait here for them.They’ll have questions.”

“Yes, I’m sure they will.”Cole shoved his hands in his suit pants pockets and rocked back on his heels.“I think I hear a siren now.”

The police showed up a few minutes later and took the assailant into custody.

One officer, a tall, red-haired woman, with a nice figure, came over to talk to Cole and Mason.

“Hi, I’m Officer Jennifer Calhoun.Can you tell me what happened here?I know that you were assaulted, but what about after that?”

Cole went through all that had taken place, not leaving anything out.

Mason added his statement from after he arrived.

Officer Calhoun took down the pertinent information.“Thank you for your cooperation.I’d appreciate it if you came to the precinct tomorrow and gave a complete written statement.”

Cole nodded.“I’m sure that can be arranged.”

“Thank you.”The officer turned and walked back to her car.

Mason shoved Cole in the shoulder.“Pretty cute, huh?”

Frowning, Cole blinked.“What?Oh, yes, I suppose so.”

“She doesn’t rev your engine?”

“No.”Cole sighed and retrieved his briefcase from the Jag.“She doesn’t rev my engine.I wish you’d stop trying to set me up.I can find my own dates.”

“Hmpft.When was the last time you went on a date?”