Page 494 of The Sinner: James

“You stay here, and sooner or later, you’ll become indebted to the Russian mobsters while I collect my money from your friend, Abby Newtown.”

“She doesn’t know where the money is.”

“Of course, she doesn’t. But she has it.”

“How the hell do you know that?”

“It’s a no-brainer, kid. There’s no other reason you keep in touch with that woman.”

“And you know that because?”

“Because you don’t give a crap about anyone else other than yourself while she screwed up her life to be with you.”

“That’s your opinion.”

“And you’re free not to believe it, but I’m sure you will believe me when I leave with your money.”

“What happens with my money if I come with you?”

“I’ll tell you when you get here.”

With that, I hang up.

I make a few phone calls and send several messages before calling Thomas and giving him instructions to make sure the airplane is ready as I pack up my stuff.

The phone rings again.

“Hi, Theresa.”

“I got your message.”

“I found your boy.”

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah. ”

“Is he coming?”

“He has to.”

“You don’t know yet.”

“I’m meeting him in half an hour.”

“Watch out. He’s stubborn.”

“Yeah, I got that,” I say, putting a new set of clothes on me.

Someone knocks on the door.

“Give me a second,” I say before tilting my head and swinging my gaze to the door.

“Come in.”

The bellboy fills the doorframe.

“I’m here to pick up your suitcase, sir.”

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