✺Darion✺
I frowned at the screen of my laptop and growled out with annoyance. Trying to set up two actually innocent people, was not an easy task. The act itself was fairly easy and not complicated, no, it was more so how it made me feel: guilty. Chris and Oliver, despite me not liking them, didn’t deserve to be set up for this. I sat back and stared at the screen. Chris David had worked at the gun shop since he was in his mid-twenties. No wonder his wife had a problem with it. He was now well into his forties and although they had no children, his financial records showed that he had become debt-free about a year ago. He didn’t need any money, most certainly not according to the little nest egg he had been shoving money into the last six months. All the jobs being done to destroy the pac
