Before I could reply, the door burst open, and a new figure entered—a lean man with a grim expression. “Boss, the elevator’s working. We need to move. The helicopter’s out, and the police are swarming.”
Bobbie, so that was his name, nodded. “We’ll blend with the crowd. Stick to the plan.”
He dragged me into the elevator, his men flanking us. As the doors shut, he leaned in close, his voice a quiet whisper. “Perfect crime. No one will ever tie me to this.”
“You have a witness,” I spat. “Me.”
His smirk didn’t falter. “Oh, but you wouldn’t risk your family’s reputation, would you, Miss Whitaker?”
I stiffened, glaring at him. “Why did you kill Penny? What’s your real goal here?”
He answered simply, “Justice. Do you know how many families he ruined with his scams? He got what he deserved.”
“And that justifies murder?” I snapped.
“There’s no justice in this world,” he said coldly. “Not for the poor, anyway.”
The elevator doors opened to chaos. The lobby was a scene of frantic police officers, terrified guests running in every direction, and bloodied security guards sprawled across the floor.
Bobbie tightened his grip on my arm as we navigated the madness. My mind raced, searching for a way out.