CHAPTER EIGHTIt was all over the news by the following afternoon. ‘Local businessman found dead in his home office with a gunshot wound to head and another to the chest. Detectives suspect a business deal gone wrong or an armed robbery’Anthony couldn't think. Ever since he'd turned on the TV, his heart rate hadn't dropped. Every news channel across Malibu was carrying the news story. He poured himself another shot of the sharp alcohol and chugged it down, still it wasn't working. What if the cops somehow linked it back to him? But it couldn't possibly happen, after all Chris had pulled the trigger, not him.Even with that logic, he was still scared, worried too. His phone rang and he jumped in fright. Shit, he was losing it. Exhaling shakily, he reached for his phone and seeing that it was his mother, he answered.“Honey, how are you?” His mother, Tina, asked. “Are you okay?”He nodded, swallowing a thick ball of saliva in his throat. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just busy with work, that's
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