About three months ago, Salvador pulled his car up at this hotel about twenty miles away for a meeting. Yuki wanted him to meet his investors. They wanted bona fide horse’s mouth testament to what they were doing. Salvador hated meetings. He hated getting dressed properly and trying to equate dollars to the adrenalin of creating stuff. He understood there was that equation and he knew what they were doing worked. Yuki said, just make everybody feel warm and fuzzy. Fine, he can cuddle.
Morres charged back into his office to pick up the call that’s been making noise for many seconds. Rachel confirmed that was the hospital, the headshot had died, 6pm last night.
Morres just got his lifer the chair. Pelican Bay prison needs to mention to the i***t locked up that attempted murder had become m
