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A Perfect Bloom 27 – Alex Ankarr
Linnet laughs at him, just as if she thinks she can read his mind. The poxy annoying woman, there’s little doubt that she can, in this case. “What, you’re planning on having him dismembered and fed to your organic farm’s pigs?” she teases him. Then she sobers up, gets a little serious. “Karma’s already done the job for you, Cory,” she says. “Fortunately,” she adds critically, “judging by the look on your face. The organisation that we are rather suspecting he duped and stole from – in place of Sam – rewarded him for what was considered his alertness and devotion to duty. Ironic, isn’t it? They gave him extra time off, and paid for a luxury exotic holiday.” Her grin is possibly a little unnerving. “Where he contracted a communicable, and serious, tropical infection.”
Cory raises an eyebrow at her, because he’d like to hear it stated out loud, now. His thirst for a little justice on Sam’s behalf is sad – maybe – but it’s strong, hungry. And Linnet relents. “Which also proved to be fatal, shortly after he got back home,” she adds. “If you want my opinion,” and here she cackles a bit, because Cory always, always gets her opinion, whether he wants it or not, “he’d very carefully put Sam in place as the perfect patsy, just in case he suspected anyone was sniffing around the accounts and might begin to get restive, poke about a bit too much. When exactly that happened, and he had a bit of a panic, then he sounded the alert himself – with a misdirect for the cops in Sam’s direction. Emphasizing,” she says drily, “just how wonderful, trustworthy and excellent this new, untried, untested employee was. The one with a criminal record, who they were nobly rehabilitating.”
“Asshole,” Cory mutters. It’s not very nice, perhaps, to be glad that someone is dead. But it’s not unreasonable to feel, perhaps, that someone still deserves what fate has meted out.
They pause, and it’s raining now outside. Cory hasn’t been keeping track, hasn’t noticed, too caught up in Linnet’s tale. Linnet opens up the window, and takes a pleased closed-eye sniff at the freshness of damp ozone-y air and greenery. “Do you feel better now?” she asks, gaily. “Now you know that your admirer is closer to a misguided innocent than a cynical schemer?”
“Oh, shut up,” Cory mutters, eloquently.
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