POV – Mandy

He was in his mid-to-late thirties with a receding hairline and the beginnings of a paunch from enjoying beer a little too much. It was a collection of large glass cylinders and spheres combined in an avant-garde design. Gerrard.”

“Christ,” Castor guffawed. However, with Mr. Amber scooped them up and slid her glasses back where they belonged; she was practically blind without them. Hardly a prison, Christoph Jarden was more of an involuntary ‘Club Med’ for the wealthy, powerful, and influential who just so happened to get caught one too many times for the public’s liking. Just know that my employer looks after those who assist him. “Ah… very good,” Amber said with a curt nod, turning her attention to packing without appearing to be in any hurry. Everything I need’s taken care of.”

“You… did hear that Colin Gerrard died, yes?” Amber said.