Maxwell Palmer bent down and kissed the wound on her wrist, his eyes lingering with reluctance, "Congratulations, your great revenge has been fulfilled, your desire granted."
He let go of her hand, took the document she had signed, and turned to leave.
Eliza Morgan averted her gaze and lay down with her back to the door.
Maxwell Palmer, let's never meet again.
In October's golden autumn, the weather slowly turned cold, a drizzle came in the morning, arriving slowly and departing quickly.
After lunch, Juan Morris made a phone call to Rae Bennett.
"I have some good news for you," Juan Morris was quite happy, "Maxwell Palmer has turned himself in."
"What crime did he commit?"
Maxwell Palmer had done more than one bad thing.
Juan Morris had heard it from his brother, "Hiring someone for murder, there's both human and physical evidence, and he provided it all himself."