It was not going to end because of some little girl who thought she was so clever.
It was not going to end, period. At least not for him.
Those years of storing up treasure, not in heaven but offshore, were going to pay off big time. He smiled in anticipation.
Being a genius was often a trial because of all the imbeciles you had to deal with. But having the intellect to think things through carefully and plan quickly was the upside of brilliance.
And he had tonight planned. Get the disc and destroy it. He sighed at the thought of losing all those videos at the compound, but he could start a new collection at his new home. There were always willing girls, especially for a wealthy, handsome man like him.
Harl would kill the women for him tonight. The man was putty in his hands. They would then take the yacht and head for the islands. Mysterious—and unreported—disappearances at sea would take care of Harl and Chaz.
Then the good life. Money from all the properties purchased through the years would stream in, and he’d sit back in the sun and enjoy life. He’d earned it. This time tomorrow …