HENRY
The news alert hit my phone like a sudden slap across my face.
"Christiana Miller Dead: Shot During Dramatic Arrest Attempt After Major Scandal."
I stared at the glowing screen for a long second. The bright light illuminated my face in the dim red glow of my underground room.
Then, slowly, a cold smile spread across my lips. It started small, with just the corners of my mouth moving upward, before turning into a full, wide grin.
A laugh bubbled up from deep inside my chest low at first, then growing louder, deeper, and completely wild. The sound bounced off the concrete walls and echoed back to me like applause.
"Finally!"
Christiana was gone. That greedy, backstabbing woman who had dared to threaten me was out of the picture for good. No more loose ends.
She had served her purpose, and now she was lying in a cold room. I leaned back in my worn leather chair and ran a hand through my messy hair. A surge of pure satisfaction moved through my body.
