Chapter 58

No one knew of Eric’s involvement, he’d made sure of that.

The thing was… who to blame the whore’s death on?

The scientist, Bruchner, would have been ideal, but someone—he had the feeling it was Mark Vincent—had already gotten to him.

Wexler still needed Lapin, and while Eric would get rid of the aide if push came to shove, it hadn’t reached that point yet.

He knew Wexler aspired to the presidency, and Holmes planned to ride his coattails into power. He was looking at the vice presidency, a position one heartbeat away from the whole enchilada, although he was certain no one was aware of his deepest plans.

Eric was going along also. Money, power, women—a little blackmail on the side… He’d have it all.

The gates finished swinging open, and he drove through and turned in the direction of the building that held Delilah’s condo. Another glance at his watch told him the job should have been completed by now.

Who’d have fucking thought….