“Whatever!” Fangs bellowed.
He threw his hands into the air before raking them down his face.
“Okay, so assuming that I’m not going to kill you for going absolute apeshit on some guy, what in the hell are we going to do about the dead fucking body? Huh? Did you think of that?”
I nodded. “Actually, yes. I have, and I know a way to resolve the Blake issue as well as the Wes issue.”
That caught his attention. “The hell do you mean?”
I shrugged. “Let’s pin Blake’s death on Wes.”
“Wait, what?” Viper asked.
But Fangs seemed intrigued. “Go on.”
“We got all that we needed out of Wes. And clearly Bullet doesn’t give a shit about him so he isn’t going to come out of hiding to get him. We have to get rid of him now anyway so, we set up the crime scene and make it impossible for them not to convict him. After all, rich men have beef with each other all of the time, and I have it on good authority that Blake was fucking loaded.”
“Good news for Rose,” Viper murmured.
Fangs narrowed his eyes. “So, what do we do, then? Chop off Wes’s hand and put his fingerprints everywhere?”
I chuckled. “I figured we’d just leave him at the scene of the crime with the gun Viper used to kill the man. I mean, his only option will be to go to the police or meet his maker. We can have him make his own decision after we dump his ass.”
Fangs gave me the old one-two with his eyes before drawing in a deep breath. “We move Wes from here to a neutral location with Viper’s gun and give him a choice: take his chance with jail protecting him from the Devil’s Rage or putting a bullet in his own skull to make it look like a murder-suicide gone wrong.”
I nodded. “Exactly.”
“There’s still a lot of holes that need to be filled,” Viper said.
But Fangs nodded. “Then, fill them while you’re executing the plan. It’s the two of you on this one since you’re the ones that dug the hole in the first fucking place.”
I smirked. “My pleasure.”
“Good,” Fangs said as he turned his back to me, “now, go get it taken care of. We’ve got bigger things to deal with at this point.”
I watched him walk all the way down the hallway before he turned the corner, Viper stepping up to my side.
“Blake’s place sound like a good crime scene?”
I nodded. “Let’s get on it.”
He pulled his cell back out of his pocket. “I’ll let the cleaning crew know. It’s been a while since they’ve been able to stage a crime scene. They’ll be pumped.”
I shook my head. “That’s a level of nerd I hope to never reach.”
Viper barked with laughter as he placed the call while I pulled out my own phone and got to work with monetary transfers. When the police ultimately investigated everything, a money trail would be the first thing they’d look at with two loaded men like Wes and Blake. It took a little bit of digging around to find Blake’s main bank accounts, but once I tracked down that information, I was a kid in a motherfucking candy shop.
I set up backdated wire transfers between the two men in an attempt to show Wes trying to pay off Blake. I transcribed some incriminating emails and dropped them in a draft box, making it look like they were using Wes’s email drafts to exchange messages while trying not to leave an electronic paper trail. I made mention of things like “rigging the judicial system” and “payouts if person A walks free.”
I made them both look like the fuckwads they really were while Viper dealt with the clean-up crew at Blake’s place.
“All right,” Viper said as he jogged down the hallway toward me, “the clean-up crew wants to run this by both of us one last time. You ready?”
I typed in the last few words of the last email in that draft inbox before closing everything out. “Thank god for I.P. address blockers. Yeah, I’m ready.”
Viper pressed the speakerphone button on his cell. “Go ahead, you got us both.”
A tinny female voice sounded over the speaker. “So, here’s the game plan: you bring Wes here and drag him into the house. Make some scuff marks along the marble floor of the foyer. All that shit. Then, you tell Wes that there’s a gun on the table with his prints on it. Give him the choice, we’ll sound some sirens in the distance to make it sound like the police are already on their way, and he’ll do the rest.”
