“Here’s how it’s going to go, you i***t,” Seth says icily. “Your stocks will tank, people will start selling, and then we’ll buy you out. Mr. Cox and I will split the security firms, the buildings, the infrastructure, the retailers, the restaurants, and various miscellaneous. Is that understood?”
Finally, Rhymes splutters in anger. “You?! With what money? Your company is tiny and Cox works for a living!”
“You are going to get arrested along with your ‘asexual’ bodyguard,” Seth continues, ignoring Rhymes. “Tom Lottie died, so somebody might make the whole charade a case for murder.”
“We only talked to him, it was you who killed him,” Brown sneers. It’s an admission.
“And you have nothing on me,” Rhymes says and sighs yet again. “You can’t prove that I send Brown, you can’t be certain of
