Chapter 68:
Kelly's POV
“He’s dead?” Diane asked, her voice sharp enough to slice glass.
She stood at the edge of the long marble counter in the penthouse suite we used for meetings. Her silk robe slipped down one shoulder, but she didn’t notice. Or care. Her perfectly manicured nails gripped the edge like she was trying not to flip the whole room over.
“Yes,” I said simply, watching her from the far end of the room, arms crossed. “Robertson’s body was found near one of the old black sites. Execution-style. Bullet to the head.”
Gina let out a soft gasp from her seat on the couch, eyes darting between us. “W-Who… who would do that? He was careful. Always paranoid.”
Diane laughed. Cold. Bitter. “Paranoia doesn’t save you when you’re stupid.”
She turned to face me, her red hair catchi
