Epilogue
In a hospital room in Atlanta, Dominic Brown stroked his wife’s hand. The lights were turned down dim, and only the vital monitors illuminated the expensive, private room. The latest round of chemo had been rough on Penny Brown. Her skin was translucent now, and as delicate as crepe paper over her emaciated body. “Hang on, baby,” he whispered. He pulled out his phone and checked his messages for the hundredth time. That rat bastard Duprey had double crossed him. Taken the money and run.
But Dominic was not a man to be trifled with. He already had his man on it… within hours he had hacked into Duprey’s off shore accounts and taken back the money, with interest. Dominic had thought that would provoke some response from the seedy hitman, but still he kept silent.
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