“Thank you, officer,” Amber said without looking at the man. Do you understand?”
Estes nodded, making a concerted effort to not look at the dead body. Neither spoke as they waited for their ride nor exchanged pleasantries as the lift’s doors closed behind them, and they began to ascend. Everything I need’s taken care of.”
“You… did hear that Colin Gerrard died, yes?” Amber said. “Hm,” Amber said, her lips tightening as she stared at the sign. Estes?” Amber asked, finishing packing up as she stared at him. Viscous scarlet spilled from his fingers like oil from a punctured drum, thick and warm as it cascaded down his neck and soaked his shirt. Amber had just started gathering the paperwork when the door to the visitor’s center opened, and a guard came in, looking different than the one who had escorted her here. “The ledger you stole from Mr. It was an emotional decision. “And what’s your business here?” The male officer asked. “Not at all, Mr. “It’s a Swiss bank.”
“I see,” Amber said. “Morning,” the uniformed female said. “And the key?”
“It’s a card, so it’s thin.
