Chapter Seventeen

Mr. Smith couldn't find a moment's peace in his own home, as he paced back and forth wondering what was up at the moment.

“Those idiots, I gave them a little job and they blew it, they blew it all up! Animals!” He kept roaring as anxious thoughts raced through his mind relentlessly.

What if Ryan had gone to the police?

What if he ended up in a hospital because of those bruises?

And what would he say when questioned about the situation?

The weight of his decisions bore down on him, and he kept wondering who had intervened. Turner and Lewis were his suspects, they were the only pussies who didn’t support Ryan’s death.

As he continued to pace, his restlessness did not go unnoticed by his concerned wife. She gently asked, "Darling, what's bothering you? You're so restless. Is anything the matter? Is it something I can help with?" She asked with deep concern etched on her face.

His mind was full of the worries that clouded him, Mr. Smith simply replied, "It's work stuff," and left the