Chapter 15
Monte Cristo landed against the edge of a roof and wiped blood from his mouth.
“You framed me,” Grasario said.
Monte Cristo’s ears rang. The cut on his face was superficial, but it hurt. Fourteen stories below, flying cars zipped through the street, and he knew that he would be flying down to meet them if he didn’t do something. A fall from the top of the Nutrizeen Labs wouldn’t be survivable.
Grasario put a boot on Monte Cristo’s face and pushed it down to the ground.
“Why’d you do it?” he asked.
“What are you talking about, boss?” Monte Cristo asked.
But Monte Cristo knew what Grasario was talking about all too well.
Some folks can’t handle the truth.
“Sodius chewed me out for the last hour, and now I’m in danger of losing my position,” Grasario said.
“It was a mista
