I let the bastard keep talking.
“So, we were looking for Dunn to complete the murder-suicide scenario so it would tie things up neatly for the L.A.P.D. and they wouldn’t have to start asking a lot of uncomfortable questions. You threw a monkey wrench into the whole thing when you got involved. You’ve cost me time and money, Randolph, and so help me I’ll see that you pay for it.”
I raised the pistol, pointing it at his face.
“Cal, Striker, and your two goons are dead, Diamond. And you’re next.”
He got a strange look on his face…
Neville Hunt about 3 years ago
Deathbed confessional? Spilling his guts before you spill ‘em for him.