CHAPTER 20

The next morning, Keith sat behind the desk in his bedroom with a hot cup of coffee.

His mind still dwelled on the bloody sight he had seen yesterday. Wills had killed that man with absolutely no emotion while his heart was still heavy when he thought about the man he had killed in the gallery. What if the police came after him then? But surely, he would be able to wriggle his way out. After all, he had only shot him out of self-defense…right?

“Right?” He asked himself and then glanced at the door with wide eyes when he heard a knock, “Wills?”

“Yes, Mr. Keith.”

He sighed, his hand was already reaching for the second drawer where he kept his gun. He felt odd that his first instinct was to reach for the gun. The perks that power came with seemed to be getting to him now.

“You look bright today, Keith,” Wills remarked as he sat down on the other side of the table, there was only one chair there.

Keith frowned, “Sure, with the bags under my eyes, right?”

Wills placed a stack o
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