She gave him a perplexed look when he stood back up. "How did they find out?"
Ash smiled, but it wasn't a warm smile. She shivered at the darkness in his eyes. This was a man you didn't fuck with. No matter how he appeared. Laid-back, charming and easygoing, underneath that carefully constructed façade was an intense man with unbreakable determination.
"They may have had a little help," he said in a dark tone.
She sucked in her breath as she stared back at Ash. "So you did have something to do with his murder."
Ash shook his head. "No. I didn't. If you're asking if I have blood on my hands then yeah, no doubt. I slipped the right information to the right people. What they did with it was up to them. I didn't kill him. Didn't have him killed. But I made it possible with the information I provided. I guess you have to decide if you can live with that. And me."
