Richard stepped out of the building, brushing off his dirtied hands on his pants. A feeling of satisfaction radiated through him. Judah had gotten what he deserved, he thought.
“You are mistaken if you think this is the end of it all, Judah. This is just the beginning.” He muttered to himself. "You’ll pay, Judah. You’ll pay for every single mistake you’ve made."
Without glancing back, Richard shrugged off his dust-stained suit jacket. It was ruined with dirt. He tossed it into a nearby trash bin and kept walking toward his car, which was parked a few blocks away. He ran his fingers through his slightly disheveled hair, exhaling sharply.
As he rounded the corner, he stopped in his tracks. Standing by his car was Veronica. She was leaning against the vehicle, arms crossed, her sharp eye
