Chapter 113

London

Elizabeth Grunt thought that with her only potential problems out of the way, she should be able to proceed with relative ease. Her men, who were trailing Shawn and his bitch of a wife, told her that this time there would be no more warning threats but a real thing. Elizabeth looked over at the old man in a grey, pinstriped suit.

Eddie nodded. His very thin, almost bald silver hair was combed over to one side on top of a narrow face and a long, hooked nose. He's tired, greenish eyes were sunken back into his face.

She had found it difficult to convince Eddie to betray his employer, but she knew his weaknesses. She used her body to get the old man to agree with her. After all, she knew that he wanted her above all else just because she looked like someone from his younger days. And, of course, it was no biggy; he was too willing to share the information he had gathered from Shawn’s little group, and now Elizabeth was grinning her heart out. It was time to let the mighty Richmon