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“You know you can’t kill him in public,” I say to Nico as I turn down the street that leads to the University’s sports complex, feeling the need to check in with him. “Right?”
It might not seem like it, but there are rules for the way we do things. Avoiding media attention is a big one. Murdering a high-profile college athlete in the light of day?
Ill-advised and we’d be answering to Albert in a heartbeat. Not what I want to do.
“Fine,” Nico says. I raise an eyebrow at his petulant tone.
When I glance over at him, he’s sitting with his ankle crossed over his knee. The impatient jiggle of his foot is his only tell.
“Nico. I know you’re pissed. I am too. But we can’t clean up mistakes in the middle of the day.” I turn into the parking lot. “Not at the University.” I pull into an open spot near a tree lined section along the edge of the parking lot. “Not now.”
There are only a few cars left in the lot. Practice has ended and we watch guys disperse from the field, lugging their bags to their cars and speeding away, a few at a time.
“What if he tries to leave?” Nico sits upright, clearly on edge now as we wait. His fingers tap impatiently against his thigh.
“I won’t let that happen.”
“What if he does?”
“We’ll follow him. Alec will follow him. He won’t get away.”
It seems to ease some of his concern.
“I promise.”
According to Matt’s social media, he’ll help his coach put away some of the equipment, and then he intends to hit the weight room before going back to his place to get ready for some party he’s having.
It’s perfect. It’ll be days before anyone realizes he’s gone.
By that time, whatever evidence may remain will be lost to the bottom of the sea. A perk of access to shipping terminals.
If this were my plan, we would probably wait a few hours to grab him.
As a future consigliere, I do tend to think more strategically than my brother.
Matt Ricci is a dead man walking. We won’t be absolving him of his sins anytime soon. Anyone who even looks at Christina with malice should die a painful death. But he’s also one of the star baseball players of the Millerton University team.
Regardless of how this goes, it will eventually draw attention.
I watch the baseball coach hover near his truck. Matt seems in no hurry, lugging the bags of equipment slowly across the field.
Leave. Leave. Leave.
My hands tap against the steering wheel. I really don’t feel like hiding two bodies today.
The coach stops scrolling on his phone and pauses, looking around him.
It sets my nerves on edge. Humans are more like animals than they even know. Prey have a way of knowing when they’re being hunted. Not all, but more than I would like. Does this man know?
Can he feel it?
I grind my jaw, thinking through our options when he lifts his phone to his ear, his mouth moving animatedly. Whatever gave him pause has nothing to do with us.
The man waves a hand in Matt’s direction, jumping into his truck and pulling away. Fast.
I watch his taillights disappear in the rearview mirror, waiting until he turns on the road before hopping out of the car.
“You have the stuff?” I ask Nico.
