Now, as Kenny poured another round and Liam clinked his glass against Kenny’s, Valentine felt a pulse of adrenaline course through her. She reached for her phone, ready to document the night. Everything had to be perfect; she was the conductor of this orchestrated downfall.
As the bartender approached, she caught his eye and signaled him over. “Did you do what I asked?” she queried, lips barely moving.
He nodded, a sheen of sweat on his brow. “Right in their drinks.”
“Good,” she replied, the corners of her mouth twitching up. “Now, keep an eye out. I want them both out cold..”
The bartender skittered away, leaving Valentine to survey the scene. The effects of the drug would start to take hold soon, and she could hardly contain herself at the thought of what would come next. This wasn’t
