What did you do with him?

He’s in back.

Of the truck?

Yeah. Tied tighter than a mummy. 

Anybody see ya?

Nope. He was heavy. A good 210. Just tossed him back there among the other stuff; boards, hammers, saws, power cords. Covered him as best I could. I don’t think anybody will notice.

So he’s dead?

Nope. Wrapped him alive. Casey held a gun to him while I wrapped the cloth around him. Placed a hand towel in his mouth.

You’re going to toss him in the river alive?

Well. Yeah. Gunshots make a mess.

Taking him out in the boat?

I figured we’d drop him off the bridge. More dramatic that way.

How much did he owe?

A lot.

How much?

$50,000.

That’s not much money for a life.

I guess not. Not in the grand scheme of things.  He’d been way behind for too long. Always an excuse. Made us chase him across the country. It was taking up time and money.

He didn’t offer to wire it a bit at a time?

No. Never leave a paper trail. Bad enough, we talked on the phone. These things always come back to haunt you. Sure way of getting caught.

I see.

Let’s do this thing.