“Interesting,” Saint said.“That’s Cas’s last name as well.Castor Bennett.I might as well tell you now, Cas, that I went back and studied the area where you were taking a piss that night.It wasn’t adding up, until I realized that the only way for the duffel to get into the stack of tires was if there were two people.One to start the gunfight and one to grab the bag.”
Cas looked at each man.Sinn took a step forward so the gun was front and center in his face.
“Now, Cas, you have two options,” Saint said.“The first, Sinn kills you right now and we leave your body in the woods to rot into eternity.Or two, you tell me where Hoff has taken Kira and I might spare your life.”
That was a flat-out lie, but Cas didn’t need to know that.Saint nodded to his brother and Sinn shot Cas in his calf.With a painful cry, he fell.When he still didn’t talk, Sinn shot his other calf.
“Okay!Stop!”he yelled, with a sob coming through his words.“Hoff is my cousin.I ...fuck, I told him about our newly formed partnership with the Bone Breakers.He hatched this plan to steal the cash and we could go to Brazil or someplace and live high on the hog.At first, I said no, and then, I don’t know, the more we talked the better it sounded.So, I agreed.I had to make sure Wrong Way came with us instead of War because War wouldn’t have let that bag go during a shoot-out.So, I slipped a heavy dose of a laxative in his beer.”
“For that alone, I should let War kill you,” Saint muttered.
“What if Wrong Way hadn’t dropped the duffel?”Sinn asked.
“We had a contingency abort,” Cas explained.“But it went perfectly.I thought everything was in the clear and I could sell the idea that the Bone Breakers stole the money.Then Kira came into the clubhouse.”
“You recognized her,” Lucifer stated.
He nodded and closed his eyes as he tried to touch his ruined legs.His hands shook and tears leaked from the corner of his eyes.
“A-at the first opportunity, I went back to grab the duffel, but it was gone.That’s when I told Hoff about her.”
“You put two and two together,” Saint added.“You told your cousin she worked at the diner.”
Again, he nodded.
“He burned down her apartment complex, didn’t he?Just like he killed her parents and burned their house down.”
“Y-yes.Please, I need a doctor.”
“Where did he take her?”
Cas didn’t answer.Maybe to protect his cousin.Maybe hoping this wasn’t the day he died.Saint could care less.He pulled out his own gun and shot Cas in the stomach.It was pretty much a kill shot, but it was a helluva painful way to die.Cas wailed as he lay on the ground, slowly bleeding to death.
“Where?”Saint yelled.“Tell me!”
“His cabin!”Cas cried out.“But you’re too late!He hates her.He wants to punish her.Please!I need a doctor.”
Lucifer stepped forward, his own weapon trained on Cas.
“Denied.”
All three shot Cas.In the head, throat, and heart, and instantly, the traitor was dead.
“I know where the cabin is,” Lucifer said, holstering his gun.“My men will dispose of the body.Follow me.”
As they sped away, two men exited the van and walked over to Cas.There was a reason they had gone way off the beaten path, and now, Cas had just been erased from existence.
