The message was one I had been waiting for for over three months, praying he would finally accept to do this.
My father has sent a huge sum of money to him and even made a lot of promises, also convincing him that he would make sure the cops never found out.
But Alan had blatantly disagreed. He was Fred chef and had been doing that job for many, trusted by both Fred and his mother.
Finally he had accepted to poison Fred, and instead of my heart leaping in overwhelming joy, I felt kind of sad, and I could swear it was weird and confusing.
My face twitched as I reread the text to be sure before forwarding it to my father.
“Is there anything wrong?” Fred's voice made me flinch as I looked up, and my eyes met his.
“I hope it is not bad news. The text…” He added, his eyes glistening with
