CHAPTER 162

LAURA DIEGO

The Umbrella man’s words had been specific, quick to the kill, no chase. It was all I could do not to let the pressure in my bladder burst through between my legs as the steely voice on the other end barked out instructions.

I’d logged him into Frederick’s comps, watching the red dot of his car on the GPS as it idled in front of the rickety column of the Du Merges map hotel.

My chest burned with hate as I watched the red dot disappear, realizing that was where he planned to meet Darlene.

“That insufferable little cunt!” I growled, gritting my teeth and digging my fingers so far back into my palms that they were bloody when they came away.

I marched to the mirror after the line went dead, trusting that the man had already made all the arrangements for the next phase of the plan.

There was no way I was going to let that slovenly little piece of crap ruin everything I had put my blood and sweat and body to. Boob jobs did not come cheap, and I had made sure my oranges were es