Mr. Charlie came to a forest where he would see his old friend's body for the last time. At the very least, he wanted to make sure that Bram was truly dead.
A body wrapped in a large sheet of plastic lay on the ground. Mr. Charlie crouched beside it and tore the plastic open at the top.
Bram's corpse was clearly visible. Mr. Charlie smiled with meaningful satisfaction.
"This is a fitting payment for all of you," he said as he threw an envelope filled with a considerable amount of money at the traitors.
They were Bram's own men.
They counted the money. It was a fair price. Apparently, their master's death could still bring them profit.
"Can you take care of the rest? Burn the body or bury it deep in the forest, it's up to you. This body must not be found by anyone, or your lives will be the price," Mr. Charlie said as he stood and looked at each of them in turn.
"Of course. We wouldn't dig our own graves and let the police catch our scent."
