Bill continued staring at the screen long after the message had been seen.
The cruel satisfaction lingering inside him refused to fade.
For the first time since Monroe and his men had left, he felt as though he had regained some measure of control.
Not much. But enough.
Enough to make sure he wasn't the only one paying for what had happened.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the upper floor as the driver moved through the mansion gathering valuables.
Bill barely noticed.
His attention remained fixed on the phone in his hand.
Then suddenly, the device vibrated.
His eyes dropped to the screen.
Private Number.
Bill frowned, a strange feeling creeping into his chest. The call was coming far sooner than he had expected.
For a moment, he considered letting it ring, but the u
