Page 81 of Quiet Man


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What they found after Jaylen asked the man for a word, hetried to bolt, Axl locked him down, they detained him in Smithie’s office andgot his wallet off him, then sent a team to his house, a team that includedHawk, were a number of very disturbing journals.

And a basement that was being equipped to do all the thingsto Lottie he’d written that he intended to do.

Yes.He was building his confidence and preparing to followthrough.

That was part of his visit to the club that night.Keep aneye on his mark, or now his marks, build his hate and assess the lay of theland.

The man was still in Smithie’s office.

This huddle was about next moves.

“Any involvement of law enforcement at this juncture thathas any hope of sticking would include perjuring ourselves repeatedly,” Hawknoted.

“I’m down with that,” Smithie said.

Mo said nothing.

He was still trying to get out of his head how much plasticsheeting had been put up in the basement.

And the neatly aligned instruments laid out on a table.

But Hawk knew Mo would never perjure himself to the cops.

Unless ordered to do so for the good of the mission.

Or to protect someone who meant something to him.

So he didn’t have to answer.

“Second option is I contact a man I know who’s adept atdisappearing people,” Hawk went on.

Mo focused more fully on his boss.

“I’m down with that too,” Smithie declared heatedly.

He was still seeing plastic sheeting as well.

Not to mention that table of instruments.

“I’m not talking a hit, Smithie.I’m talking forcedrelocation where the chance of return is nil.This includes check-ins to makesure that nil stays nil.For an added cost, it includes permanentincapacitation,” Hawk explained.

“I’m down for that too, even if I don’t know what permanentincapacitation means if it doesn’t include this sick fuckingfuckbeing very fuckingdead.”

Right.

Smithie was holding on by a thread.

Mo knew the feeling.

“No fingers.No tongue.No eyes.A combination.Or inextreme circumstances, no legs or paralysis,” Hawk told him.

“And again I’mfeelin’ like I hitthe lottery because none of these choices sound bad to me,” Smithie returned.

“Smithie, you would have to live with that,” Hawk pointedout.

“And you think this’ll be a problem?”Smithie demanded toknow.

“I think right now you’re pissed as fuck and freaked as helland all that is on top of you being worried, with that increasing with everyday this guy went uncaptured and every letter you got.So I’m not sure you’rethinking straight,” Hawk retorted.