Page 122 of The Rat

“A lot.”

“The wholefarm?”

“Yes.”

Sebastian shook his head. “Nope.You really should read the small print before yousign, and part withyour money.”

Hamish took an unsteadystep back.“What?”

“You own a small patch, 5meters by 5 meters,”Sebastian muttered, before pointing into the distance, “Somewhereover there.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying. This placeis mine.”

“Over mydead body.”

“Don’t tempt me…How’s life beentreating you lately?”

“What?”

“Your wife’s left you,you’re in debt,being harassed, paranoid someone’s out to get you. You’re notlooking well, Hamish.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m glad you’re suffering, the same way youmade Lester suffer.”

Hamish wagged his finger atSebastian.“You murdered him.”

Sebastian hung his head. “I did,and I wish I could turn back time and change that, but I can’t.What I can do, is make your life crumble, the same way you did tohim, all toget him to set me up.”

“You helped terrorists, gangs,criminals,and you got rich off it. You’re the lowest of the low, and someonehad to take you down. Someone had to stop you, and I’m proud thatit was me.”

“I ended up inside because of myanger. My stupidity. Not because of your cunning. I’ve served mysentence, and I will regret what I did for the rest of my life, butI couldn’t let you get away with it.”

Rory turned when he heard a car.Morris got out, made her way closer then stood next toSebastian.

“Wh—what?”

“Sebastian’s an old friendof mine.”

Hamish’s jaw dropped, and he shook hishead. “No.”

“The things I do for myfriends.” Morris mumbled before shuddering.

“I left my wife foryou.”

“And by the looks of her socialmedia account, she’s loving every minute of hernew-found freedom.”

“It was your idea Ibuy thefarm.”

Sebastian raised his hand.“Actually, itwas my idea. Morris made it happen. How much debt are you innow?”

“You bastard.”

“Takes one to knowone.”

Hamish turned his attention backto Morris. “Your career is over—”

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