I sat stiff and straight in my penthouse office, staring out at the river stretching far into the distance.
The wine glass in my hand swirled, throwing off deep, blood-red glints with every movement.
Calling the cops to lock this scumbag up for fraud? That'd be way too good for him.
Gathering evidence for what happened all those years ago was next to impossible, and dragging it through the courts would take forever.
I was going to hit him where it hurts, the most direct way possible. I was going to make him feel every last bit of the hopelessness I drowned in all those years ago.
Cut to a dead-end alley deep in the city's old village.
James dragged one useless leg behind him as he scrambled forward for dear life.
Right on his heels, several heavily tattooed brutes clutching steel pi
