The study at Bruce Hendricks’ private estate was dimly lit, the glow of a single lamp throwing soft amber light over the oak desk. A fire crackled low in the hearth, untouched. Rain tapped against the tall windows behind him, steady and cold.Bruce sat in a leather chair, papers untouched on the desk before him. His jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, and a half-empty tumbler of bourbon sat beside his untouched phone. His tie hung loose around his collar.He stared into the flames, jaw tight.The silence didn’t last.The door creaked open.Roth, his security chief, entered and crossed the room with quiet steps, holding a phone in one hand, a folder in the other.Bruce looked up. One glance at Roth’s face told him everything.“Say it.”Roth hesitated. “We confirmed it. Alexander’s dead.”Bruce didn’t move.“Single shot to the chest. Sophie and DeMarco were both seen on-site. The last camera caught her leaving with him.”Still nothing.Roth placed the folder on the desk, hesitating. “We…
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