Though he might get knifed for telling Richard-Basher had to admit the look on the other’s face is well worth it.
“There’s always been attempts at your life. For longer than even I’ve been around so I’m told. Though we both know your brother does not keep you alive out of love-he at least has been keeping you alive. well- second handly at least.”
That hurt. Not that he didn’t know such harsh truths; but hearing it aloud stung. Enough so that for a few moments, Rich had been able to ignore Basher’s blasé deliverance of the first statement.
“I’m his way out… of many things. Body double, scapegoat, you name it.” That meant that is some form, his brother cared… right? Maybe. Maybe not. “He can depend on me… that’s more than can be said about many of his employed staff.”
Basher was not one to feel pity or sympathy-as he didn’t for Richard. But he was curious to know what it must be like to be in such a position. Moran was made to handle the psychopathic torture Moriarty dished out. But Richard?
“I suppose you are right. Now, since you’re all caught up, get packing.”







