Chapter Eight - The Body in the Cellar

“God, I love the sound of duct tape in the morning,” Underbrink scoffed as he tore off a long strip of the multi-purpose adhesive. Berkleigh responded with her typical death stare. 

“You are a weird son of a bitch, Underbrink. Part of me wished I’d killed you in Grimaldi’s car,” Berkleigh stated as she tore off a strip of the tape with her teeth. The only other sound in Grimaldi’s overstocked wine cellar was an annoying drip dripping that had already begun grinding on the young woman’s wafer-thin patience. 

“You say the nicest things sometimes. Seriously though, why are we doing this?”

“We’ve done a lot of quest...

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