Bobbie had a sudden very real understanding of how ruthless this man was and felt fear. “You feel no remorse?”
“If she were a man, Bobbie, she wouldn’t be breathing. She should count herself lucky this is all I’m doing.”
“But Bernard –”
“He is alive,” he drawled slowly, “calm down. I haven’t killed anyone.”
“Ruthless.” She whispered as she decided there was an unspoken “yet” at the end of his phrase. Chills ran down her spine.
“Speaking of ruthless,” he continued, “I should tell you, Bobbie, my father did reach out to my grandfather for the first time in nearly three decades to ask him for assistance. My grandfather incorrectly understood he was calling him on my behalf. The minute I corrected Gael he backed off. He does want to meet the children, but he understands by getting involve
