Forty“So what the hell happened? Were you planning to kill all our esteemed judges or what?”
Senator Hector de Vile glared from Ramsden to Candy Meadows, while father and daughter stood speechless before him.
“Well? Say something. Explain what’s going on here, because it appears someone left me out of the plan.”
De Vile ran his thumb along the center of his forehead, trying to iron out the throbbing while marshalling his thoughts. It was too early in the morning to be cleaning up someone else’s mess. His head ached from a drink or two too many last night. And now he had to deal with these clowns.
The future of the illustrious Symposium was under threat because these fools had left tainted wine around for useless freeloaders to guzzle. Who could care less? The refuse of society blinded
