Money

Richard was involved in Leung’s and Valerie’s murders; of that I was sure. The reasons I found him guilty, I could list on one hand. One, he had called and asked for representation before Leung’s body was found. Two, he had inserted himself into the investigation. Three, he had something to lose over the victims’ involvement with the Chinese. Four, if they had been involved in international espionage, he had everything to gain from their deaths. And five, he had the money and means.

At work on Monday morning, my cell phone vibrated against my desk. I reached for it and saw that it was Richard. Dread filled me, and my shoulders drooped as I sank into the chair. Again, I was representing a cold-blooded predator. “Richard.”

“I warned you to stay away from Whitney.”

Pure ire filled me with confidence and puffed my chest out. Rage that I’d felt toward Peterson and other clients spilled out with my feelings of Richard’s betrayal. “Why is that Richard? Why did you tell me to stay away from h