CHAPTER EIGHT
Two down, two to go.
Grayson had died well, refusing to the last to reveal the item’s location. Protecting his treasure like a true collector should. He couldn’t fault him for that, but he couldn’t let him live either. For Grayson, the piece was nothing but an ancient curio, another interesting bit to be added to a collection that spans all of human history.
What blindness. It was so much more than that.
And in his hands he would make it into something wondrous.
At least once he got all the pieces. That was going to take time, and care. You don’t kill someone like Michael Grayson and not launch a massive police investigation.
The system always protected the rich and let the little people down.
If Grayson had gotten cancer, he could have afforded the best medical care,
