Duncan scoffed. "Why does it matter to you? Is she your friend? Carol is simply a body I wanted to possess. Now scram! You don't even own araped by the look of your clothes. I can't have such trash walking around in my bank."
"I am Carol's ex-husband. Victor Damone."
The Chairman spat on the floor. "Oh, is that so? Did you use explosives to break down the security door? You must be a criminal of some sort! I will implicate you in this robbery too! Norman! Call the cops now!"
"Oh, indeed, the police will arrive in no time," Victor told him, his voice unwavering. "But they will find two corpses here."
"What the f**k are you spouting, you piece of trash?" Duncan barked. His attention went to Carol's top lying on the floor. In her rush to leave, she had left the piece of clothing behind.
