It was done.
Yeah, it was a valiant effort on his behalf, but in the end, that sacrifice had to be made.
It had to be done.
Standing over his battered and broken body, it became time to clean up. The man looked almost peaceful, had he not been a broken mess beneath his skin. Carefully, he had to be transported, so that there would be no tears in his flesh, so he would be…gooey.
The sacrifice was done, and the man’s remains were going to get a sailor’s burial.
Someone was going to be fish food. Hopefully, unlike the others, he wouldn’t float to the shores. That would mean a further trip out.
This man had paid the price for what he’d seen and heard, and everyone involved was pleased.
Only, the list still had a person or two on it, and before the month was out, they would be handled. It was all coming down to what was coming and what the police did.
Because one had to be careful.
If this could go unnoticed, then it was time to start again.
Before the week was out, hopefully, there would be more freedom to move around.
Because life in Puerto Rico would go on.
Well, for some of them.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Philadelphia, P.A.
Same Time
Oh, he was furious, and frankly, Javier Hughes was getting tired of being cockblocked in his attempt to get what he wanted.
Ethan Blackhawk.
How difficult was it to find one man, get him ensnared, and then back to his home?
How?
Freaking?
Difficult?
You’d think the man was the best sneaky ninja, and able to evade the best hunters out there.
It was getting frustrating.
There was a highlight in Javier’s life.
Now that he was out of jail, on bail, he had time to think about his next steps and plan accordingly. If he could get Ethan’s partner to die a horrible, painful death—where he couldn’t possibly be involved—everything would be right in the world.
Well, for him. Because someone wasNOTgoing back to jail—HIM.
Ever.
Again.
Only, that wasn’t easy either. It was damn difficult to find good help.
