Sterling shook his head and put two very cold hand on his frail shoulders:
« Todd, you’ve known me for what, thirteen years, no? I was there when your first wife gave birth to Sean. I was at her funeral, God bless her saint soul. I introduced you to a fine young beauty from Russia, and gave you some free passes when you were in trouble with the government, wasn’t I? »
Gerrald acknowledged nervously, knowing that you should not mess with this man.
« The money will be yours when the case of Miss Marshall is closed. Do you need more information? »
That meant « You shut the fuck up and you do what you are told, and the flowers will be delivered at your door not on your tomb.
(to be continued…)