Arriving at The Summit Hotel, I got out of the car. I already knew which room Donald Edwards was in. I was aware that The Clandestine Bank and the gang would come looking for Donald Edwards. A debt of over a billion US Dollars was no small sum. If Donald Edwards's life were to be bountied in The Syndicate, it would probably be worth only a few million US Dollars, so 1.5 billion US Dollars was enough for him to die a hundred times over.
In fact, the idea of Eastgate's Old Hernandez, who wanted to fish in troubled waters, was quite simple. Taking this opportunity to kill Donald Edwards and eat black, he could then give half of the casino business rights to The Clandestine Bank while keeping the other two for himself. Moreover, he could use this chance to sell a favor to both sides.
