“Well, I’m going to be googling how to hire a hitman,” Sutton clipped. “Then he won’t be able to get back to you at all.” The ghost of a smile appeared on Trace’s face. “Gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.” “Don’t care,” Sutton snapped. “This goes before a jury, they’ll see I was doing the world a favor by ridding it of that vile scum.” “Amen,” Anson muttered. Trace sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let’s see what we can do via the legal system first.”
