“No, he knew it was a cop, but not which one. They wanted me cut out, and that POS was going to do it too.”
When he began lighting candles, Gene started tugging on his bonds.
“You won’t get free,” he said, hearing him. “They all tried. I don’t have many regrets,” Lucas said, “but I do regret killing Jarod, and I’ll regret killing you. I just can’t go to jail. I can’t go down for this.”
Gene stared at the ball peen hammer he picked up, and began fighting hard to break his arm free.
“I’ll have to do exactly what I did to them,” he admitted. “So that Ben doesn’t see any differences. I hope your partner doesn’t keep digging.”
Oh, shit.
Time was up.
Now, Gene had to hope Ethan moved fast, and trusted himself. If not, he was dead.
“I’m sorry, Gene. Really, I am. Nothing personal, my dude. I’ll make sure the FBI finds your body,” he promised. “It’s the least I can do. I won’t let you get fed to the fish. I think I’ll drag you behind my boat, and then leave you byPapi’s.”
And with that, he swung the hammer, and that pain rocked up Gene’s arm.
And he screamed.
For.
His.
Life.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
The Sugar Cane
Processing Location
Monday Night
Minutes Earlier
The sun was going down, and they’d gotten there relatively fast. Parking their car, they jumped out, and it was seconds later that Greyson pulled up, driving like a bat out of Hell.
Pulling his backup gun, he handed it to Corbin.
Just.
In.
Case.
“Don’t shoot any of us. In fact, don’t shoot it unless it’s to save Gene!”
Corbin nodded.
That’s when Ethan focused on Greyson.
“It’s back here,” Ethan said, as they began moving down the road. The whole time, Ethan was praying he was right.
Or he was losing Gene.
Forever.
