The Originals Vincent Novels & Stories

“Not copies you made in a pretty study. Originals. Chain that does not look like a gift from an underboss.” Vincent crossed the room then and set a slim case on the table. He did not sit. “Originals,” Vincent said. “Bank pages. Phone logs. The clinic order in Julian’s voice. You take them. You leave her name out of the next filing. If you come near the clinic or the estate I will assume the deal is dead.” Vance did not touch the case yet. “If I do this and Julian disappears anyway, I look like I got played.” “Then keep him alive long enough to sign,” I said. “That is your problem. Mine is already sitting on this table.”