Malcolm was wearing a silk robe over pyjama bottoms as he paced the entirety of his study, a full bottle of aged whiskey in his hand.
He has been unable to go out to work today, much too busy trying to cover up his tracks.
He didn't even care about whatever silly plans his wife was trying to come up with.
Killing off the rest of the witnesses to Nick’s death had been his last resort considering how risky and not to mention expensive the expedition would be but he was pushed to the wall.
Information had gotten to him that someone was snooping around the case again and whoever it was was really good at what they did.
He had no other options, he was already in enough trouble as it is, debts dodging his every step, emails from his failing company rolling in.
It had gone well enough, the
