I work with guns, not poison

Davis's POV

“Fuck! I know the bitch had a hand in his death. There is no need for any argument” I said to Vincent as we both walked to my study.

It's been two days since the whole incident ended, and Grace and I were okay again. We were busy preparing for Helen's birthday, Vincent was more busy than the father and the mother of the celebrant. He wants the birthday to be as perfect as possible.

Helen wants it to be done first in the backyard as a pool party, then later in the mansion as an evening party. I didn't mind how many parties she wanted to do as long as she was happy.

Earlier today, news came from one of my men that Jerry's body was found in a grave. The caretaker of the cemetery found the soil moist, he complained that no burial had been done there recently, so he dug the place only to find the naked man in a casket.

He immediately called the police, and he was identified as Jerry. The police had come to inform me of the unfortunate events, as Jerry happened to be the face