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?"

gentle features faded in and out

I'd trust a corpse before I

slender fingers. "You're overthinking it. If you're worried, you can take full charge

just makes it an even bigger trap. Only a fool would fall for it. And I'm

from the start to just give Timothy the power station he'd built, no

walking away from this deal meant losing

and the kind of business

this whole thing

with one hand and looked at Vince, serious

"Positive."

the

you do?

sŵnovel

maybe I should be suspicious

the whole

you to the punch back then, built the station before you could, so I owe you.