And he was sick of it.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Not Far Away
Watching
Waiting
Oh, he was nervous as fuck, and there was no reason this little situation should have gotten out of hand.
What started with running guns to supplement his income had escalated into something so out of control.
While he tried to hide it under the guise of dark magick, thinking it would fool the investigators, it had been a downward spiral.
Getting angry and killing Jaden for trying to cut him out of the loop of the gun running had been the first chain around his neck.
The man had been a douchebag, and when he’d tried to get the information from him regarding the next shipment, maybe he went too far.
And he died.
Then, he had to cover that up, and the only thing he could think of was Jaden’s partner. Both men had diddled some woo-woo bullshit‘priestess’, and that seemed like a good way to cover all of this up.
And it had been.
Until it got handed to the local police and they began digging. When the detective got too close, he couldn’t let that happen.
That made him twitchy.
Taking Aaron Figueroa was done out of necessity, and killing him netted nothing.
The man didn’t have anything that pointed at him—but he couldn’t let him go.
So he had to keep the charade going.
It sucked having to play dress up when all he wanted to do was put a bullet in his head and feed him to the sharks, but he’d created this game, and now, he was stuck playing it.
Who knew that the dead men would float in and make this all the worse—so much worse that the Fed would be handed the next death, of the cop.
Jesus.
H.
Christ.
That had been a bad streak of luck on his behalf. Had the body just floated in during the day, Jarod Shand would have been off duty, and he would have been in the clear.
Out of all the Feds in the building, it had to be the one that would actually work?
Shit.
So, he’d had to take care of him, too, and after the deed was done, grabbing him at his house, he had to find his laptop before he left.
And he did.
But he couldn’t access it.
So he hadn’t known if Jarod had any clue. All he knew was the man was asking way too many questions. Both him and Aaron had been a pain in his ass.
