Chapter Thirty-Six
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Sabrina Rutherford paced the living room of her house impatiently. "Yes I understand, Mr. Raines."
"I don't quiet think you do," he rasped in her ear. Sabrina had the urge to slam the phone down but resisted. She didn't need ghoul boy pissed off at her anymore than he already was. "I know what you did to Donald, don't make me go to the police."
"I would expose you before you could," Sabrina threatened, knowing full well it was an empty threat. Mr. Raines would have her killed, first. There would be no telling anybody anything and besides who would believe her?
"But you and I both know that you won't," Mr. Raines said.
Sabrina felt her chest tighten. She had changed her husband's will in order to gain full access to Donald's estate after his death. His death was, in reality, an accident. It had just happened to be the window of opportunity that Sabrina had been looking for.
With Donald's death Sabrina had inherited millions of dollars, which she had used to be off an amazing amount of debt that she owed Mr. Raines and the Centre, plus interest.
The Centre had laundered the money so that the bank and the government believed she was donating a sizeable chunk of money to a children's charity. "See that it is taken care of, Sabrina," Mr. Raines wheezed, "Or I'll make sure you wind up like your children."
Sabrina opened her mouth to say something but he had already hung up the phone. Sabrina hung up the phone. "Asshole," she muttered. She put the phone on its hook and proceeded to back up her briefcase. Her wedding planning business kept her wealthy and afloat, while she used her husband's money to pay off the rest of her debts to Mr. Raines.
Unfortunately, Sabrina didn't think the money was going to be enough. If she didn't find an influx of cash soon, she was going to be more trouble that Shannon and Boone, who were in all likely hood, Sabrina knew, dead.
Sabrina bustled into the kitchen and called her sister. Maybe she could help Sabrina get out of this bind somehow.