Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"You weren't wrong-you did the right thing. In fact, you could've stabbed a bit harder back then, maybe even gone for a second shot."

Timothy pulled a cigarette from the pack, lit it, and took a slow drag.

Vince shot him a sideways look. "Did you bang your head in that car accident? Or is this just your natural state?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm perfectly lucid."

Vince snapped the partnership contract shut and tossed it onto the desk in front of Timothy. "Honestly, this all smells fishy. If you don't spell it out for me, I'd rather

just hand over the whole site to you for free than sign this thing."

Timothy exhaled a lazy ring of smoke, studying Vince through the haze.

Sharp as ever.

If he ever figured out that Jessica was actually Salome, things would get messy fast.

"You really don't trust me, do you?"

faded in and out of the smoke like a flickering

Please. You're Timothy. I'd trust a corpse before I trust you. No way am I walking

overthinking it. If you're worried, you can take full charge of

even bigger trap. Only a fool would fall for it. And I'm no fool,

the start to just give Timothy the

away from this deal meant losing a hefty profit,

kind of business instinct you pick up

the game-something about this whole thing

the contract with one hand and looked at Vince,

"Positive."

the contract

on the desk and leaned in, eyes narrowing. "So, what did you do? Feeling guilty

sŵnovel

going to play that game, maybe I should be suspicious of you.

me the whole finished power

station