CHAPTER 156

On the roof of the building from which he has just shot Richard Bolton a few seconds ago, Arthur McDoyle brought out a small paper envelope from the pocket of his brown cargo pants, opened it and smiled at the content; what better way was there to seal the deal than planting direct evidence against Chris Bolton at the scene?? He could almost laugh at his brilliance. He was a freaking genius. He looked back to where there was still a commotion around Richard Bolton. The bastard had lost consciousness and his guards were in the process of getting him back into the vehicle. Wait. Why was no one looking around to know where the bullet had been fired from?? That was not right. He needed to get their attention so they would head to where he was at that moment to retrieve the gun. Quickly, he took another shot at the vehicle but missed and that finally had one of the guards turning around as he tried to identify where the shots were being fired from. The plan had been for him to fire one sho