Neal should have realized that Adler was playing him.
To Peter, the whole thing had sounded a bit too cozy for a boss and employee, or even a conman and a mark. Of course Vincent Adler was no ordinary mark. Peter still couldn’t believe that Neal had willingly invested his own money with Adler’s hedge fund.
“Skin in the game,” they'd called it--in Neal’s case pretty much his whole hide--leaving him with nothing but a suit from Adler’s personal tailor.
Why? Peter wanted to ask. What did you see in him.
And why do I care so much?