The Witness

Inga was supposed to be dead, but Dylan assured him that he’d killed her, even brought back her charred corpse. And the witness secured by Mindy couldn’t be Inga. Dylan must have made the switch. Carl was right to suspect him; his protégé had betrayed him. Carl glared resentfully at Dylan, at the culprit who crushed his dream of presidency. Dylan leaned against the wall, hands in pockets, unfazed. ‘Dylan!’ Carl bellowed. The general seemed to have aged in a matter of minutes. Dylan gave him a mischievous smile. ‘Did I do something wrong, General Conway?’ ‘You—’ Carl yelled, ready to tear into Dylan for the betrayal. But glancing around the room, he halted. Others were present—Harriet, Dwight, and the three cabinet ministers. To reprimand Dylan would be akin to admitting to his own crimes. Fury painted his face as he contemplated his next move. Dwight glanced at Carl. The situation resembled a chess game, with Carl in the inferior position. He should sense his disadvantage, understandin