Chapter 46 I Hit Someone With My Car
“Wait, Healy, did you seriously tell her who sent us to track her?” Moses hurriedly questioned after he found Healy
“Absolutely not,” Healy replied, his voice tinged with a firm resolve. “Our integrity is our currency in this business. Besides, the woman on the phone never even shared her
name.”
Moses nodded, his eyes wide with admiration and surprise.
Then he heard Healy continue nonchalantly, “So I just passed on the phone number of the woman who hired us.”
Moses’ jaw dropped in disbelief.
Healy, unfazed, carried on. “Integrity is indeed our currency in this line of work, but the stakes are always high, and at the end of the day, staying alive trumps everything. You get that, right?”
Moses nodded slowly, his mind racing with confusion. Then, a sudden memory flashed before him, and he quickly shared his recent discovery with Healy. Healy’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully before he picked up the phone to call Sylvia.
The news of Renee having a child with her made Sylvia’s mind jump to one thing-was William the father? If he was, she’d do whatever it took to make sure he never found
out. If he wasn’t…
One way or another, that kid couldn’t be kept around. No fucking way was she letting Renee crawl back to William.
“I’ll throw in an extra million. I want that child brought directly to me,” Sylvia declared coldly.
Healy and Moses exchanged a glance, the weight of her request sinking in. Stalking people was one thing, but this? Neither of them had ever crossed that line before.
Sylvia’s voice carried a smooth, unsettling calm as she spoke. “What’s the matter?
You’re scared? Here’s an incentive-another half a million. You don’t have to hurt the kid; just snatch them and bring them to me.”
Without missing a beat, Healy responded firmly, “Deal.”
There was no way Sylvia would let Renee’s child slip away that easily.
Meanwhile, Denton couldn’t help but notice the odd shift in William’s behavior. Night after night, William haunted his bar, nursing drinks until the early hours. The man who once thrived on the thrill of his business ventures now seemed to drown in his own.
silent torment.
“You seem off. What’s going on?” Denton inquired, his voice laced with concern. He slid the bottle out of William’s reach, his expression stern. “That’s enough for tonight. You’re not one for heavy drinking, and it’s only going to mess up your stomach big time.”
William didn’t protest since alcohol was only a distraction at that moment. With a sluggish sigh, he slumped into the sofa, lost in his own world. A long silence stretched between them before he finally said, “That day… I think I saw her.”
Denton, who had been sipping his drink, nearly choked, breaking into a fit of coughs. As he regained his composure, he probed, feigning ignorance, “Who?”
William’s gaze drifted, lost in thought, and he chose not to answer, letting the question hang heavily in the air.
“Are you talking about Renee?” Denton pressed.
Only she could break through William’s steady exterior and make him snap like this.
“That day at Sunflower Restaurant?”
The whispers about William’s public outburst at the popular dining spot were rampant; everyone was buzzing about it. More critically, they all recognized that the owner of Sunflower Restaurant was a formidable figure, not to be crossed lightly. William might have had influential backing, but his brazen disregard for the owner was bound to stir
up trouble.
“How is Ray holding up?” William asked, his tone laced with concern.
Denton sighed. “Still the same. He’s as stubborn and resilient as ever. I can’t begin to understand what he endured back then.”
A dangerous glint flashed in William’s eyes, his expression turning chillingly stern.
“Then let’s spice things up for him.”
Just as William was about to rise and exit, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID; it was Esme. A wave of annoyance washed over him, anticipating yet another lecture.
“William… William…” Esme’s voice, usually so composed and steadfast, broke through
in sobs.
His heart stuttered, anxiety threading through his veins. It was unlike Esme to show such vulnerability.
“Mom? What happened? Please, just breathe and talk to me.”
Through her tears, Esme stammered, “William… I… I hit someone with my car. I think they might be dead. What should I do now? Please, hurry over here. And William, please don’t tell your father. Come alone.”
