Christian was shaking his head. “When you think about the whole picture, it just doesn't make sense. Why would he do such a thing? No reason.”
I prepared myself to protest; however, Christian was pulling fat rolls of money from his pocket and gently lobbing them onto the table—terminating the conversation.
But I couldn't give up. I wouldn't.
The next couple of days were some of the most difficult I've been through.
First off, no one awarded any genuine consideration whatsoever for my suspicions of Eric Saunders being the real culprit behind the most recent plights concerning the Regime. I had finally mustered the courage to confide in Jaiden my trying theories after accepting the fact that Christian had proved himself disappointing as a refuge yet was dismayed when he shrugged it aside
