Beckett ~
“Fifty million, and I want my name out of Epilet files.”
I stared at the fifty million dollar cheque Edgar Jones had just slapped on my desk, to remove his name from the Epilet files.
I rubbed my jaw. Edgar Jones is one of the darkest men to ever exist. Behind his powerful political career, which is now going to be ruined, he is a monster.
Yes, I save a lot of bad doings. I cover up crimes, but there are some conditions. Those crimes must not be human trafficking, rape, p********a, and all third-degree crimes.
Because by the end of my life, I still want to stand with pride in front of God. I cannot sacrifice that.
And what would my wife think about me? My mind involuntarily drifted to her. My mind is fully corrupted by her thoughts, and I hate it.
That woman is dangerous.
