"I understand," Anne replied, her voice steady. She was well aware of the consequences of involving her crime partner in this matter. But she had reached a breaking point, and she needed a solution, no matter how ruthless it might be.
"Tell me what you need," came the response. It was a voice devoid of sympathy or empathy, a voice that belonged to someone who thrived in the shadows.
"Listen, I'm done with Paul," Anne declared firmly, determined to regain control of the conversation.
But the man on the other end was far from conciliatory. "You can't even handle him, Anne," he snarled, a hint of bitterness lacing his voice.
"Are you telling me this? What exactly did you do to him?" Anne shouted, her frustration boiling over. "You did nothing!"
"Even Paul doesn't know who his biological father is," Anne lamented, her anger momentarily giving way to a sense of sorrow.
"Oh, so you're trying to blame it on me," he remarked, his tone mocking.
