“And one more thing. In a year from now, in five years from now, maybe even ten, you may want more. More money. More revenge. When that happens, and I’m certain it will…” Ian coughs and wheezes against the weight of his shoe as Adrian’s voice drops. “I can promise you that will be a very, very bad idea.” Goosebumps sprout across my skin. “Do we have a deal?” Adrian asks. I have as much trepidation on my face as Ian does – but he nods. Adrian’s answering smile is full of teeth.
I'm afraid I need him, Your Honor
