Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Not only did James’s team find a digital money trail from his bank account to Halston Cole’s personal fucking bank account, but they also found email communications between them that revealed he was the one behind all the threats to Silver. Most importantly there was a recent communication that detailed a new job: to silence Tierney Silver. He thought making it look like a robbery would avert suspicion. The absolute moron. Cole’s defense might argue he didn’t mean for Prescott to kill her, but with all the other evidence the news article would reveal next week, Cole’s lawyers would have a hard time defending him. Shawn was arrested, and the police found the weapon with blood on it. A simple DNA test would prove it was Silver’s.
We had them.
All because the fucking bastard thought Silver was a young woman on her own whom he could easily target. He probably also assumed a small country like Scotland wouldn’t have the resources to put the pieces together. We did. The police would have gotten there. It just would have taken them longer than it took my sources.
Halston’s ignorance and arrogance was his undoing.
He didn’t see me standing at Silver’s back.
Now he was about to endure a lesson on exactly what that meant.
When I spotted Halston in the dining room, I wanted to break his neck. Instead, I made sure I was the one delivering his coffee and I dosed it with a liquid laxative. My palms were unusually sweaty at the familiar situation but I pushed away bad memories. I focused on what needed to be done. Large reading glasses obscured most of my face and I changed the way I walked and held myself to diminish my size.
Thankfully, the bastard was the kind who didn’t acknowledge servers. He didn’t so much as glance at me when I brought the coffees to the table he shared with another Silver Group board member, Darren Polson. It wouldn’t surprise me if they were there to discuss the upcoming article in the Chronicle.
I’d put a Cleaning in Progress sign on the nearest restroom, knowing it would deter others but not a man who was about to shit himself.
Now I waited in the restroom for Halston to make his inevitable appearance.
He came barreling into the room, almost slamming the door in my face before rushing into a stall.
Completely unaware of my presence.
Calmly, I locked the restroom door with the key I’d stolen from the cleaning supply pantry.
I’d only dosed Cole enough to send him running to the toilet to relieve himself.
It wasn’t enough to keep him there in crisis. I didn’t have time for that, though it would have been satisfying to put him through it.
Even though I knew how to move without sound, he was making such a fucking fuss in there, I slipped into the next stall and closed the door, leaving a gap so I could see out into the main room. I took savage pleasure in his muttered cursing and bitching.
Thankfully, it was over as quickly as it started.
I listened to him clean up, flush, and leave the stall to wash his hands.
I waited.
There were no mirrors near the hand towels.
The fucker was oblivious.
As soon as he crossed the room to dry his hands, I was on him before he knew what hit him.
I slammed his face off the tiled wall, the crack of his nose a satisfying echo as his knees gave out, his head bobbing. Grabbing him in a chokehold from behind, I flashed a large knife in front of his face. Halston made a gurgling noise, frantically trying to shake me off.
“If you make a move or even a squeak, I’ll gut you like a pig.”
“Who are you?” he gritted out, his voice nasally from the nose break.
I squeezed his neck harder until he smacked my arms, struggling to breathe. Finally, I released him just enough so he wouldn’t suffocate.
Bringing the knife closer to his face, I felt him tremble against me.
“This club is supposed to be the most secure club in Manhattan, yet here I am. I hacked their visual security and right now, their security team’s system is on a forty-minute time delay. They have no idea they’re not watching live footage. No one saw me serve you. No one saw me come in here. No one saw you come in here.” Courtesy of James. Again. I owed my friend. “What is my point, you ask?”
He panted between gritted teeth, and it wouldn’t have surprised me if the arsehole had pissed himself.
“My point is”—I pressed my lips to his ear—“there is nowhere you can run from me. I could slice your throat right now and no one will stop me. You’d die and it would be a fucking unsolved mystery for the rest of eternity.”
He whimpered.
“Shawn Prescott has been arrested for the attempted murder of Tierney Silver.”