Chapter 11 - THE CHECKMATE
Celeste looked around in absolute horror as her own hired guns lowered their weapons and stepped away from her. She was entirely alone.
"You..." Celeste sneered at Evelyn. "A pathetic little waitress."
"I prefer accountant," Evelyn replied smoothly.
May you like
Lorenzo stepped up beside Evelyn, wrapping an arm protectively around her waist. "Drop the gun, Celeste. The police are on their way. Evelyn graciously tipped them off about your tax fraud and the explosives used at The Obsidian. You're going to federal prison for the rest of your life."
Defeated, sobbing, Celeste dropped the silver revolver. It clattered against the wet pavement. Sirens wailed in the distance, closing in rapidly. Lorenzo and Evelyn turned their backs on the ruined heiress, walking away into the night as the authorities arrived to clean up the mess.
