So, he rewound the footage back further.
That’s when he heard her plea in its entirety. That bitch wanted companies to take his father’s name off of buildings and ruin the legacy he’d created for the greatest man ever?
WAS?
SHE?
KIDDING?
That rage filled him as it continued to play, and he’d reached the spot where he’d stopped it.
What came next horrified him.
‘ONE MILLION DOLLARS.’
What the hell?
He stared at the screen, and he’d not been expecting that. Oh, he’d made a contingency plan if she found the bodies early, and he’d made a plan to protect himself, but he’d not made a plan if she unraveled years of work.
How had she gotten the FBI to authorize that kind of money?
Then, she said the words that pissed him off.
‘My own money.’
And that hit him like a ton of bricks.
That was a lot of money to throw to someone, anyone who wanted to get paid.
It was problematic.
Now, he couldn’t ask for additional help. Now, he couldn’t risk hiring anyone new to assist him with the dirty work, and he’d be restricted to the fools he’d already been in contact with to help. She’d effectively tied his hands, and he did not like that.
Not.
At.
All.
Oh, the Director was a clever, clever woman. She’d pulled a trick out of her books on this one.
Now, everyone would be looking for him.
Damn her.
That made him so angry that he only had one thing on his mind.
REVENGE.
So much for the next part of his plan. Instead, he was going to have to pay her back on this one.
Well, this was a problem.
This demanded a response.
There had been a trick he’d been planning when she got toDamascus, but instead, he’d have to show her who was boss. Someone had crossed the line.
His face was everywhere.
