Money.
So much money.
Money so different from the shop money I’d been tasked to track.
Millions and millions.
No documents to indicate its origination or its destination.
Just numbers without dollar signs, though instinct told me what they represented.
I wondered if stacks of cash were buried at the back of the property with a heap of bodies.
I thought I could handle it, everything that Silas was, but right then, my stomach was revolting.
Bile climbing my throat as the horrors were marked like lashes across my conscience.
How deep did this go?
How far?
Howhorrible?
I attempted to tamp it back. Come tomorrow, Silas would explain and everything would be okay.
Or was I only lying to myself?
Falling for a killer and pretending like all was fine and dandy?
No big deal.
Is this how decent people were led astray?
The icon flashed again, and I knew there was a new document being saved to the folder.
Everything trembled.
My hands, my spirit, and my heart.
So far, I’d avoided the ones that had come in today.
Maybe some part of me was aware they were going to change everything.
Maybe instinct told me this new awakening would be crushed at its conception.
I glanced over my shoulder again, even though I knew Silas wasn’t anywhere around, the power that normally radiated in from the shop silenced in his absence.
The entire place was eerily quiet. The only sound was the raging of every one of my senses.
Each one hollered inside me. A brutal clanging as I clicked into one of the documents, which was another simple Word file.
I frowned when I read the two sentences the file contained.
It has to happen. Too much liability.
I blew out a sigh, realizing I’d clicked on a random one, so I reorganized the files in descending order so the newest would be at the top, then glided the cursor down to the first one that had been sent this morning, simply saved as “D”.
Change of plans. He has to go.
