CHAPTER 33
ARI
Fuck, f**k, f**k!
There and then, I made it my mission in life to toss Baylee Sarterfeld into an active volcano. One with an acid-filled crater and sulphur deposits that stripped out the lining of a person’s throat. But for now, I had to be content with Maya tearing out handfuls of her hair and ripping off her false eyelashes.
How had she recorded that clip? I hadn’t noticed her following me, and I was pretty good at spotting tails. Then I realised… I’d met Jankowski near the hospital. Four p.m. must have been quitting time, and I’d walked right past her place of work. In the car, I’d been too focused on my jerk of a boss to watch passers-by.
And now I had a huge mess to deal with.
I had my own video showing the true nature of the meeting, of course I did, but playing
