"The farther, the better."
Gil Warren took a deep breath, his right hand gripping the armrest tightly. "If I tell you, can you guarantee my safety?
That person...
is not someone I can afford to provoke. He might just kill me."
"Of course, we can help you turn into a witness, and if necessary, we can even provide protection for your family."
Gil Warren was silent for a moment, seemingly making up his mind, "Royce Woodman."
The deputy scratched his thinning hair. "The name sounds familiar."
"He's the vice president of Jelsin Pharmaceuticals."
...
8 p.m.
Royce Woodman's house.
This was a sprawling villa, its style leaning modern with white walls, towering floor-to-ceiling windows, and a semi-circular swimming pool in the front yard taking up more than half of the space.
Little Black approached the gate, peering inside through the iron gate, envying, "You know? Even in my dreams, I couldn't imagine living in such a house."
