Cheryl froze for a moment, realization dawning on her. “It was Lester, wasn’t it?”
Yves countered, “What do you think?”
“He does seem like the most likely suspect, but… what if he killed the wrong person?”
“Then bury the body and move on.”
Cheryl sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s… brutal.”
Yves fixed her with a level stare, not a hint of humor in his eyes. “Should I bury him, or bury you?”
Cheryl straightened up immediately. “He definitely deserves it! I’ll even dig the grave myself.”
“Go downstairs. Keep an eye on Lindsay,” Yves instructed.
Cheryl grinned. “Does Lindsay really need my protection? Honestly, I think she should be looking out for me.”
Yves raised an eyebrow. “You have a problem with my orders?”
“Not at all! I’ll head down right now. If any guy so much as looks at her, I’ll kick him across the room.”
Yves waved her off.
Cheryl hurried downstairs to find Lindsay. Lester hadn’t arrived yet.
“Lindsay.” Cheryl walked over.
Lindsay looked up, surprised. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?”
“I told you before, it’s my company. I don’t have to show up if I don’t want to.” Cheryl placed a hand on Lindsay’s shoulder, her expression turning serious. “Did you know? Your file just got put back up on the dark web—with a bounty of eight million.”
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