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With that, we did.
Gloves were found.
Hair was tied back.
The tub was wiped down of fingerprints. The body was stripped, then cleaned, just in case of trace, even though we were going to find somewhere to bury it where it wouldn’t be found.
The floor and fridge could be dealt with later.
Getting the body out was the most important part.
“We need a car. Preferably an SUV,” Cinna said.
“Your crew doesn’t have one?”
To that, Cinna shook her head. “I don’t drive,” she admitted.
“No shit,” I said, brows shooting up at learning this new fact.
“Never leave the city,” she admitted.
“I’ll have someone drop off my SUV.”
“You drive?”
“Yeah. Spent a lot of time driving the previous boss around when I was young,” I admitted.
“Okay. Good. Then…”
“One step at a time,” I said, reaching for my phone, and shooting off a text. “Your guy down on the street… he gonna mind his business?”
“That’s what he’s good at,” Cinna agreed, nodding. “Even if bribed.”
“Trust me, he doesn’t need anyone’s money. Unless someone was fronting him a couple hundred grand in cash, he won’t have anything to say.”
“I’m starting to see why you live here,” I said, then looked around. “But you could actually move into this place.”
It was a nearly empty space, save for the hideous couch, a coffee table that had likely been picked up off the street, given the scuffs and carvings on the surface.
No window treatments, save for the cheap plastic blinds that likely came with the place. No carpets. No art on the walls.
The only proof of Cinna around was the expensive-ass coffee machine on the counter.
“I’m never here,” Cinna said, shrugging. “It has everything I need,” she added.
“Does it happen to have any winter gloves?” I asked, looking down at the white gloves on all our hands, knowing it wouldn’t exactly look inconspicuous if we passed by anyone other than the dude out front.
“I have my pair…”
“I have some,” Joel said. “I can grab them.”
“I’d appreciate it. A pair for the two of us.”
Joel nodded, but looked immediately tense at the prospect of going back into his apartment.
I felt bad for the kid, but the situation was too desperate to insist he didn’t have to.
“Are his parents abusive?” I asked when he was gone.
