Your deal would continue as-is with no difference.”
“First, how does your firm know about the deal, and why would they be interested in continuing it?”
“Because you have something they want,” Amber said, pushing the papers toward the man along with the pen. It was much different than the cold florescent lights of regular prisons, and the hallways of those didn’t have pleasant classical music piped through speakers in the walls. It would have been labeled an uncomfortable silence if Amber had been able to feel such a thing. “The kid in the surveillance room’s probably going to lose his job,” the officer said, mesmerized by the lifeless body. Attempting to stand up, his legs failed before he took two steps toward the door, and he collapsed to the ground like a sack of money. A few wet wipes later, Amber Bell looked like a completely professional woman who had not just committed either first or second-degree murder. “I can tell you where it is,” Phillip finally said, “But it won’t do you any good.”
Amber folded her hands