‘Thank you, all of you,’ said Erika, turning to the silent faces that stood around in a small semi circle, staring in at the case full of drugs. John was right; it was both captivating and horrific to see that much in one place. It had an almost dangerous power to it. A crash of interference came through the comms unit from one of the divers still working out by the support boat, Lorna she went over and started talking to the diver over the radio.
She was just a girl. A beaten, skinny, insolent little girl.So why did I recall her as something so much more than what she was? Why had she made such an impression on me?
No one had left such an imprint since I’d lived on the streets full of coldness and cruelty. She reminded me of that time. A time I tried so fucking hard to forget.My head snapped up from my laptop. I glowered at Selix. He was one of the very few to know me before wealth found me—well, before I stole wealth and made it mine.I ran a hand up my bare arm, tracing the Japanese words inked around my wrist. The proverb taunted me, reminding me of the promise I’d made to my mother when I’d been a better man. Good. Arrange the final meeting so we can get the fuck out of this port.
Very well. He retreated from my office, carrying the thick manila folder full of schematics and fine print. I didn’t relax until the soft hish of the closed door met my ears.The moment I was alone, I planted my elbows on my desk and scrubbed my face.
I was too fucking busy for this nonsense.
Shit, don’t call her that.I see your offer and raise you, Lord Mask murmured. One million, five hundred thousand pounds, not dollars. What say you?
Before I could reply—before I could increase my bid and change my circumstances, the dreaded gavel fell.Sold! the auctioneer yelled. To Mr. Lord for one million, five hundred thousand pounds.
That was the last time I spoke. The last time I lost. The last time I knew what it was like not to live every day in pain.From that day onward, I was Pimlico the Mute, the Voiceless Woman in White.