Chapter 101

It didn’t matter what happened next—whether Vincent’s trashy friend called him in a panic, or the police contacted him. He would rush to the hospital, or the morgue, or wherever they wound up taking the whore, and Sperling would seize the opportunity to break into Vincent’s apartment, hack into his home computer, and find the mysterious file Michael Shaw had hinted about.

Irritating young man. While Sperling had been fucking him…. Oh, Shaw hadn’t liked it, any more than he’d liked sucking Sperling’s cock, not that Sperling had given him any choice in the matter. If Shaw wanted Vincent’s corner office, he’d do whatever Sperling ordered him to do, whether it was dropping to his knees or bending over Sperling’s desk.

Shaw had mocked him, though, with tidbits of information that he had gathered, never giving Sperling enough to bring down Vincent.

But now he’d have more than enough.