Christopher Evans
Los Angeles never really slept. Just pretended. From the top floor of a glass skyscraper, Christopher Evans, 38, watched the city like a chessboard. To the world, he was a brilliant CEO: technology, investing, strategic philanthropy. For few — very few — it was something older and more dangerous. A king without a crown. The man who solved problems that the law couldn't touch. Behind the curtains, Christopher commanded a silent, sophisticated, almost invisible mafia network. Judges, politicians, prosecutors — they all had a price. Some paid in cash. Others, in silence. That night, the price had a name.
About Christopher Evans
Los Angeles never really slept. Just pretended. From the top floor of a glass skyscraper, Christopher Evans, 38, watched the city like a chessboard. To the world, he was a brilliant CEO: technology, investing, strategic philanthropy. For few — very few — it was something older and more dangerous. A king without a crown. The man who solved proble...Read more