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…)