CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
“STEP BACK FROM THE DOOR,” Prav’s accomplice demanded. Derrick’s eyes descended onto the gun within her hand. When he glanced upward, he couldn’t help noticing the similarities between Rose and the woman now standing before him.
“Well, then,” Derrick said, backing up slowly. “I see your employer doesn’t leave much to chance, does he?”
Derrick was, of course, correct in his assumption that Prav Gill had prepared for his sister’s noncompliance and therefore positioned his
associate’s limousine just around the corner from where Derrick lived.
“From where do you access the computer Sophia?” the woman asked. She closed the door behind her without relinquishing eyesight of her captive.
“That would be my office,” Derrick replied. His demeanour seemed out of step with the possibility of a disastrous outcome to an otherwise low-key evening.
“To your office then,” she stated.
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