Suspicion

Curtis

“What do you mean Meghan’s ring finger was cut off?” I asked as soon as I arrived at Inferno.

Heston was waiting for me in my office. He placed a picture on my desk. Although I already knew the murder would be a gruesome sight, I still couldn’t get over it. Heston had taken a picture of her ring finger. The remaining part still had her diamond ring on it.

“How did you get this?” I asked. Something wasn’t right.

“She was found in the poker ring.” He explained.

I didn’t immediately register what he was talking about. “Right here in Inferno?”

I didn’t need his answer.

Fuck. This was calculated.

The target wasn’t Meghan. It was me. She had merely lost her life to serve as an accessory to an attack against me.

Everyone knew how stiff my relationship with her was. It was nothing like with Klara. While Klara and I seemed to hate each other to the core, I would take a bullet for her without second thought and so would she.

Meghan, on the other hand, might as well be my enem