Fool Me Once
A few minutes later, it downloaded onto my secure terminal.
I pressed play, and the screen flickered to life with the grainy hues of an old camcorder. The scene was quiet - a luxurious room with drawn curtains, wood-paneled walls, and a chandelier casting fractured light.
And then… he appeared.
Edward Richards.
Younger, sharper, and scarier.
He stood at the window, facing someone off-screen.
“Do you understand now?” his voice growled. “You walk away, you stay gone. I gave you money, protection, and silence. You breathe my name again, I’ll bury you.”
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