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?"

features faded in and out of the smoke like

scoffed. "Trust you? Please. You're Timothy. I'd trust a corpse before

flicked the ash off his cigarette with slender fingers. "You're overthinking it. If you're worried, you

makes it an even bigger trap. Only a fool would fall for it. And

the start to just give Timothy the power station he'd

walking away from this deal meant losing a hefty profit, Vince

sense and the kind of business instinct

game-something about this whole thing screamed

one hand and looked at

"Positive."

set the contract

narrowing. "So, what did you do? Feeling guilty about something? Is that why you're trying to throw

sŵnovel

maybe I

the whole

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