Killing the Rat (An Organized Crime Thriller)
“The great room had a fire going in the fireplace. Shadows flickered over the textured plaster walls. Somewhere in another part of the house, Loreli could hear soft classical music playing. Was it the sound system or was someone playing the piano?On the walls hung oil paintings. They were contemporary, and each one probably cost the equivalent of her annual salary.“Don’t worry,” Carl said. He was dressed casually in khakis and a white cotton shirt. “And don’t be sorry. I think we could all use a drink.”Carl tousled Liam’s head. Loreli said, “Sure, anything you’ve got I’ll take. Do you want some milk, big guy?”Liam shook his head, was already laying his head on Loreli’s lap. She knew he’d be asleep in a few minutes.The decision to come to Carl’s hadn’t been easy, but it had been quick. She hadn’t the time to deliberate and weigh all the factors carefully. All she knew was that she was in deep shit and Carl Ryson specialized in getting people out of deep shit.
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