CHAPTER 37
ARI
Alexa’s lawyer did indeed get back within the hour. He crossed out the clause about client testimonials—Alexa didn’t provide those, apparently—and sent me the mother of all NDAs to sign. I’d have to be careful when it came to confidentiality and the work I’d done for Rennick. Obviously, I couldn’t disclose the precise details of the scam, the amounts involved, or the names of the entities; but the poisonings themselves, those were fair game. Zach could give that information to Alexa himself, and my thoughts on the suspects weren’t specific to AnyBet either.
By midnight, the contract was signed, twenty thousand bucks had landed in my bank account, and I’d installed Alexa’s preferred chat app.
Surreal.
Alexa viewed time as something of an abstract concept—her words, not m
