In response to a past prompt from Charli at the Carrot Ranch
Months wasted. The evidence piled up, but it was piling the wrong way – Marianne Gillespie was proving herself to be a frustratingly upstanding citizen.
So why was she blackmailing me?
The solution seemed so simple: I could no longer afford to pay her, so I had to dig up her dirt. After all, blackmailers should be shifty right? Honest people don’t blackmail you. Honest people go to the cops.
After all, what she had could put me away for a long time… and she’d been sitting on it for a long time…
…long enough to make her an accessory.