EPILOGUE
Amanda
An hour after Max takes his dive, Oscar and Chad sit on my couch with their shoulders hunched and their hands between their knees like a couple of kids being scolded. We didn’t retrieve the diamonds yet. Things are too volatile, and I was forced to report “overhearing” the stairway collapse to the security guard, owner, and emergency services.
It’s going to be a week before they can dig out Max’s body.
“Okay guys, here’s how it’s gonna go. None of us wants to go to jail, so we’re going to be nice and quiet about what happened tonight. Nobody is gonna go after Chad, nobody is sending the police after you, Oscar, and as for Amanda, if either of you ever give her trouble again, I’ll kill you. Clear?
“Damn,” Oscar says, eyebrows raised as he snaps partway out of his misery
