A room full of possessions from the dead girls.
An Arabia-inspired death room, skulls and bones scattered around a cage with a scared naked girl inside.
Ken had murdered all the other girls, all the women who had disappeared from the Gold Coast over the last five years.
He was a sick man.
Andrew had just walked over and shot him in the face. He hadn’t listened to Ken’s pleading, Ken’s pleading that he could change, that he could rehabilitate.
It had been a lot harder to let go of his baby, Tuna Life, the company that seemed to have more lives than nine. Even though no one of the original founders was still involved in the company – Frank and Ken were dead, of course, and Andrew would be on the run for the rest of his life – it appeared that the company hadn’t been damaged too much.
The new CEO, Andrew’s old mentor, Richard Smith, smiled to Andrew from the front page of Forbes. Richard was now worth half a billion, the headline read.
It turned out Roman had transferred ownership of all his shares to a trust controlled by Richard shortly before being killed. It had probably been a clever attempt to avoid Australian authorities freezing his remaining assets, but it had turned out to be Richard’s good fortune. He was now the majority owner of Tuna Life.
Andrew flipped the pages until he reached the interview with Richard.
When he found the article, his face broke out in a big smile. Richard Smith was sitting in a dark brown leather chair, in front of a gigantic aquarium with circling sharks. The grey hair was now black, and it appeared that his hairline had moved a good few centimetres forward. He looked good, Richard looked good, no doubt about that, but it wasn’t the outfit or the hair colour that caught Andrew’s attention. Andrew stared at Richard’s left hand.
The one that slumped over the armrest.
It was impossible not to notice.
Richard was crossing his thumb and index finger.
Andrew had known there was only one person Roman Bezhrev truly trusted: Richard Smith.
He had also known that Richard Smith despised Roman, and was just waiting for an opportunity to get out, to get out of Roman’s clammy grip.
Andrew had provided Richard with his way out.
When Roman had called to check whether his money was back in the Gibraltar account, Andrew had known he would be calling Richard.
And Andrew had taken the opportunity to give Richard the power for once.
He who has the gold, makes the rules, Roman had always said. And for once Richard had been able to make the rules.
For once Richard had been given the gold.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
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