“A trade?”

Yvonne froze, stunned. Though she knew Hector harbored evil intentions, she wasn’t able to stop herself out of care for Harvey.

Hector casually lit up a thin and long cigarette, and then took a huff.

“At the end of the day, Ms. Miwa’s an Islander.”

“Her death may or may not be important, depending on how the Islanders want it to be.”

“You know that I have a bit of connection with the Islanders. With just a single word, I can make them stop pursuing Miwa’s death any further. With