Chapter Fifty-eight

Days turned into nights and Bernard waited biding his time. He had made a few phone calls to get things rolling and now all he had to do was wait. During the time that he waited for things to take off he had bided his time and kept an eye on the articles that were now surfacing all over the internet. It seemed like this reporter had done more than just dig into his reputation here and there. No. He had managed to pull back his persona and expose him completely. His  entire life was ruined and Bernard Shaw would never be able to move around like he had done before. He sneered at the newest article. This Ronald MacGuire should have kept his nose out of his business. It doesn’t really matter though. No matter how many articles he published he wouldn’t be able to outrun him. Death would be knocking on his door and soon. Bernard was so lost in his though