Theodore’s voice grated against my patience the moment he spoke.
“Yes, you did, Boss.”
Coward. He couldn’t even meet my eyes.
I held the letter beside his handwriting. Identical. Every curve. He knew it too; that was why his gaze stayed locked on my shoes like an animal ready to be kicked.
“Theodore,” I said, “why does your handwriting match the threat sent to my wife?”
His mouth moved before his mind caught up. “Boss, it’s not what you think.”
Lies. I could smell them like rot.
I rose slowly, studying the tremor in his hands. He was folding in on himself already.
"That's not an answer "
“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered.
Not enough. Not even close.
“My family's life was at risk.”
So that was it. The rat finally spoke.
“You betrayed me,..you're a rat and most importantly you t
