The next evening…
Myron Gray returned to the villa late at night when Meesha Kyle had already slept. He sat at the edge of the bed and looked at her innocent but pale face. He knew that she was hurt and in pain because of the unexpected death of Lucien Taylor.
Myron Gray caressed her silky hair and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He was also tired and sad. When he came out of the bathroom, he came to the balcony in his black bathrobe and lit a cigarette for himself. His mind was filled with frustration and questions. Who could dare to kill Lucien Taylor and why? The question made him angrier and panicked. Tomorrow would be the last day of the contract and the day after tomorrow, Meesha Kyle would be free. But he didn’t want to let her go. If she would leave him, he would be alone
