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Leaning back in my seat, I think long and hard about why she would ever deserve to be murdered—who she possibly could’ve hurt to make them seek out our private firm, but I can’t think of anything.
Usually, there’s no contact between me and the actual client. No explanations, either. They asked one of the underlings or associates for a job, and those words slowly made it up the chain. The less people who needed to interact, and the less facts I knew about who was involved, the better.
“That number makes you want to reconsider, huh?” Trevor puffs an ‘O’ and cracks his window. “I’ve done all of my due diligence, by the way. They have the money, and they have a lot to lose if this ever gets out, which protects us as well. I told them that there’s nothing to worry about.” He pats my shoulder. “I told them that they’re dealing with the best.”
I shake my head. I can’t resist getting the background story this time. “Who the hell are the clients who want this done? Do they even know Meredith, or is this some scorned lover, former friend type shit?”
“They more than know her,” he says, blowing another “O” before turning to face me. “Well, ‘he,’ anyway. He’s her father.”