Last Descendant Of Money

Eighteen.

Edgar was back in his room in Meyer Jones house.

"How can he just die?" Edgar asked, looking through the window.

Lucas just stared, wondering if the question was meant for him or Edgar himself.

"Allen is evil. He has tons of enemies. Who knows? One of them might have gotten to him before you did." Lucas said anyways.

"No." Edgar shook his head. "This can not be a coincidence."

"What are you saying?"

"I think he knew I was coming."

"You're overthinking. Like I have said, Allen has a lot of people who want him dead and someone must have done what you wanted to before you could."

"Those men at the gate," Edgar began. He was deep in thought. "You said it was hard to pass through that gate but immediately they looked into the car and saw us, they let us in immediately. There is definitely something wrong somewhere. Allen wanted me to see that body."

"Allen Plutus is dead," Lucas said. "Take my word for it. If he was not, you would be the one dead now."

Edgar frowned. "It's a game."

"Allen