“Stop groveling and spit it out!” Bob growled, not looking in any mood for niceties.
“It… it happened almost two weeks ago. I was with Veena…” he choked, unable to say anymore. But when he saw Bob’s fierce glare, he quickly found his voice again.
“Reginald, he… he sent me a video. He said I was being blackmailed… for two million bucks. Two million, Bob! He said I’d have to settle the sum with him and held on to that video.”
“What video?” Bob asked.
Ralph looked at him blankly and his lips quivered.
“I said, what video?” Bob repeated, his tone harsher now.
It was almost with a sense of relief that Ralph finally admitted it.
“It was me and Veena… they had a hidden camera. But, I… But I just spoke to her, and it’s not her. She told me everything,” he blurted.
“Veena? The girl you met at the Grand Trinidad Cigar Lounge?” Bob asked.