skin.
“He found Brent’s first account,” Daniel said. “This was before you, before us. Brent said Harold wanted money to stay quiet. Then Harold wanted more. It got messy.”
“Messy.”
“I didn’t touch him.”
“But you used his account.”
A pause.
“Brent kept the credentials.”
There it was. Not a confession in the movie way. No thunder. No shaking lamp. Just Daniel,continue reading …
