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“Korean,” said Mike. “He’s Korean. He reads people based on their birthdates. It’s freaking weird.”
“Yeah, then there are two old ladies that are psychics predicting futures,” said Al. “And then a man and a woman that claim they can speak to the dead.”
“Everybody’s trying to make a buck,” said the man, picking the lint off his pants.
“I know, but these two actually made the women scared. Patti even disobeyed me and stayed with the women downtown. I had to do my whole pissed-off, pouting routine. Got a Rolex and good fuck out of it, but that’s about it.”
“Maybe I need to visit these psychics,” said Charlie.
“I don’t know, man. Is that a good idea? You’re not in your home state. What if someone recognizes you?” asked Al.
“Let me worry about that.”
“How are things going with gathering people for the riot?” asked Mike.
“Great. We’ve got about twenty thousand people committed to being there once I make my speech. We’ll be able to bring our point home with a hammer.”
“What if it gets out of control?” asked Al.
“That’s kind of the point,” frowned Charlie. “I want it to get out of control. I want to prove to them how much they need us. You getting cold feet, Al?”
“No. Not at all. Don’t try that shit with me, Charlie. You know I’m committed to this. I just don’t want a lot of innocent people dying.”
“Innocent people? That seems strange coming from a man that’s killed four women for their fortunes.” Al looked at Mike, his face a bright red. He was pissed, and Mike hoped he would control his temper, at least for a little while.
“Those women were nothing but rich whores willing to play with their husbands’ money and everyone else’s. I didn’t kill anyone that didn’t deserve to die. Just like you, Charlie. Just like you.”
“Don’t fucking threaten me, Al.”
“I didn’t threaten you, but you were more than willing to kill to get what you wanted. Your own wife, if I’m not mistaken.”
The two men stared at one another, and Mike stood, reaching for the whiskey again.
“I think we all need to take a breath. We’ve done what needed to be done, and we’re going to be rewarded for it. So what if a few rich bitches bite the dust. It’s not like we’re killing kids. These broads are all seventy or more. They have so much money they don’t know what to do with it.”
There was an eerie silence in the room as everyone took a few deep breaths. When it seemed settled, Charlie stood and stared out the windows of his condo.
“He’s right. No fighting right now. We’re close, and we’ll all be millionaires. No one has a clue what’s happening here. These women are giving gifts to us, freely. Those who choose to fall in love, well, we can’t help that, can we? Any suspicions about the death of Marilyn?”
“Maureen,” Al corrected. “Her name was Maureen. And no. No one suspects a thing. We got her off the ship without anyone even seeing. Well, almost anyone.”
“What do you mean?”
“A couple that were trying to make friends with us. When Maureen first got sick, the wife wouldn’t leave her side, trying to be nice. I had to practically scream at her to tell her to leave. She even called asking about funeral arrangements.”
“How did she have your number?” frowned Charlie.
“Maureen gave it to her. And before you ask, no, they were never alone for Maureen to say anything to her. Besides, she didn’t suspect a damn thing. I gave her the combination of the drugs to make her sick and then the pain meds that interacted with it. She was dead within thirty-six hours.”
“Good. I like it when things work out. We have to be careful of the drugs. We don’t want anything that stays in the system for very long. You never know when a long-lost relative will pop up and want an autopsy. We can’t afford that. Keep using what we’ve got. Richie says it’s the new street drug that everyone is raving about.”
“We’ll do it,” said Mike, nodding. Al was still quiet, pissed about Charlie’s attitude. They’d never been best buddies, but lately, they disagreed on more and more.
“How are the other teams doing?” he asked, knowing the answer.
“Alright. Not as well as here. We’ve got to find a better way to research potential residents. We had two queers show up in Split Creek. Fortunately, Joey was smart enough to interview them and then let them know there wasn’t any more space.”
“We had something similar, only it was an old man with his daughters. One of them was a fucking lawyer. We got it straight. What about those guys that were in The Shield and then the restaurant? Ever figure out who they were?”
