Abigail
Five hundred thousand dollars.
I rubbed my eyes dramatically, gaping at the screen in disbelief, glanced up at Gina Wolfe, then back at the screen. Now, I was damn sure this was a trap. Even the devil wouldn't bribe me this much.
"What's this, some money laundering scheme?"
The old woman scoffed in annoyance, pressing her lips in a thin line. "All I need is for you to keep me informed on my son's schedule. His meetings, his travel plans. I'm not asking for anything extraordinary. A mother simply wishes to stay connected to her child's life."
My face scrunched up in cynical confusion almost immediately. That had to be the most bullshit of all bullshit to have ever been spoken.
"That's very touching," I said, a mocking smile playing on my lips. "I can totally feel the maternal concern, it's very touching."
Her green eyes narrowed into slits and boy, it sucked how much resemblance she and Finnegan shared. "I'm prepared to be generous, if that's the issue-"
