Part Fifty-Five

“How did you figure it out?” Chester asked me.

He was strapped to the stainless steel table and he knew that death would come for him soon, he just didn’t realize what I was going to do to him before he died.

“Someone sent me a text, telling me where to find that original agreement that you kept in your safe,” I said to him.

“Who?” he asked me.

“I don’t know Chester, I don’t really care, once I had that agreement, the rest was fairly easy,” I told him.

“It would’ve gone the same way, your father just beat you to it,” he said.

“That was the biggest mistake of your life, you should’ve known I’d come after you for this,” I said.

“That’s why I had Rosco, he was supposed to shoot you in the head,” he said.

“Why do you want me dead so badly?” I asked him.

“It all started with that hunter treaty, I gave them information and they took out my enemies too, you messed all that up,” he said to me.

“How? You won that case, you got the treaty,” I said to him.

“Samantha Cartwright, her father was li