Sarah hid under the desk, her mobile on record. His venal voice, like a snake’s hiss, reverberated around his office.
‘I told you not to call me,’ he said. ‘You do understand that I’m not some nobody you can threaten. I have all aces, and wasn’t there when he took his last breath. You were.’
Nothing but the stench of his overpowering aftershave assaulted her senses. Graham was his best friend, and from the sounds of the conversation he was a part of it.
A muffled voice on the other end of the line, and Sarah couldn’t hear the words. She heard the tone though, like a rat’s high pitched whine.
‘You dare to threaten me. You have nothing. I on the other hand, well, I have evidence, which will put you away. You do my dirty work not the other way round,’ Richard said.
‘Say it you bastard,’ Sarah thought to herself.
‘I am a powerful man, do not cross me.’ He hung up, and silence filled his office.
Not able to swallow Sarah crouched into the corner. He hadn’t said it out loud, but there was no doubt in her mind. He was responsible for the death of her husband.