Then, when interrogating Jarod, he’d let slip that he had talked to a man at the bank.
So it led him down that rabbit hole, and to Samuel Padilla.
And that got him nothing but likely herpes from just talking to the foul-ass man.
So he had to interrogate him, and dump his body, too. Only, the ocean had been too far away, and he didn’t want to risk it with the Feds starting the case.
So, he dumped him with his wife, and called it a night.
Being on that crime scene with the two Feds had made his palms sweat, and he hoped and prayed that they didn’t figure it out.
All day, he followed them, making sure to keep an eye on them, and when they came toDark Spirits, he knew he had to do something.
They were on that resort, and he couldn’t get a body from there without it being too high-risk.
And he couldn’t kill them in their room since that would make noise.
This was out of control, and what had started as something simple was biting him in the ass.
UNFORTUNATELY.
Now, he needed to know what the Feds knew.
He needed to know if he was in danger of being caught. If he was, he was getting on his boat, and getting the fuck out of there.
There was a way to escape, slipping out of the waters surrounding Puerto Rico and starting over in a new place.
He had the nest egg, and that would keep him going until he could start up the drug running.
God.
He was scared shitless.
Now, as he’d been watching theDark Spiritsplace, wondering how to make this look like a mob man and some weirdo‘priestess’, he had to pray for a miracle.
That’s when it happened.
The one Fed had come outside, and he wasn’t paying attention.
Well.
Well.
Well.
It looked like he might just be saved yet. It was time to figure out what the one Fed knew.
Before it was too late.
Chapter Twenty
Outside Dark Spirits
Monday Night
San Juan
Honestly, Gene was feeling twitchy, but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure as to why. Maybe it was being at this place, or maybe it was just his gut warning him, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
