I glare at a trembling Clayton and gulp down the scotch.
“See what you have done?” I ask angrily and sit. I’m not comfortable so I stand glowering at him.
“Did you send people to do that?” A confused mum asks.
“No. I withdrew my men long time ago. I wish I knew she was a Reynold. I would never have messed with her.”
“Don’t you think it’s too late?” I bellow at him.
“How are you going to find out who did it? You have one hour and fifty five minutes.”
“I don’t know Grace. I don’t really know.”
“Then come up with something. Get moving coz two hours for Reynold means two hours. He doesn’t add even a second and we both know he isn’t bluffing. That man never bluffs.”
“I know but I’m trying to come up with something.”
“You can’t come up with it while seated!” mum snaps.
“What do you wa
