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Trey and I both look at each other and I’m sure he’s just as shocked as I am. Did Tommy really just tell us that Carly contracted the hits? Or is he just trying to pin the blame on her, since she is no longer around to defend herself?
Trey
After pausing for a moment to evaluate Tommy’s statements, I confront him face to face one last time. “So you are telling me that Carly is the one behind all of this?”
“It appears so,” Tommy replies, pulling his phone from his pocket. “She sent me a message yesterday afternoon saying that she was going to Belize to close the bank account and move the rest of the money.” He scrolls through his messages and shows us the message from her.
“So, Carly killed Dad, tried to kill Tyler, killed Dr. Potaturri as well as Bill Gleason,” I summarize out loud, thinking that maybe Tommy can shed some light on how that would all make sense.
“I thought the doctor and Bill were both suicides,” Tommy says, furrowing his brow like a well trained actor.
“I’m sure they were suicides, just like my brother’s suicide attempt,” I reply sarcastically, taking another deep breath in an attempt to maintain my composure. “I’m sure when all the autopsy results are in, there won’t be any doubt as to how they died.”
“Well, I guess it won’t affect me either way,” Tommy says, setting his phone down on the corner of the desk.
“You’re right, I guess it doesn’t matter,” I reply, shifting strategy. “Come here, I want to introduce you to a few new friends of mine.” I nod toward the door, encouraging him to follow me. I open the door and wave my hand for him to lead the way.
“Jesus, who the hell are you guys?” he asks, stopping dead in his tracks.
“This is Anthony, Gator and Crusher,” I tell him. ‘They work for me now. Have you ever heard of the Alpha 9?”
“Sure! So you guys are for real, huh?” Tommy asks, holding his hand out to shake Anthony’s.
“We are,” Anthony replies, standing up to greet him. “We haven’t had a single unsuccessful mission since the day we got together.” He turns toward the other two men. “Gator and Crusher were just in Honduras this past weekend where they took out Caesar Acosta.”
“I saw something about that on CNN last night,” Tommy says shaking both of their hands. “I heard there was literally an army protecting him.”
“Arrogance killed Caesar,” Gator replies, before glancing at Crusher.
“Arrogance and me,” Crusher says with a haunting look in his eyes. “I’m not a fan of cocky fuckers who think they can get away with murder.”
Judging by the change in Tommy’s facial expression, I think he understands the warning contained within Crusher’s words. “I’ve got to get back to work,” he grumbles, turning back toward his office door.
“It looks like you’ve been busy shredding,” Mandy says nodding toward the five full garbage bags sitting in the corner of his office.
“Yeah, I figured there was no reason to keep all of the presentation materials from the Firefly deal,” he says, his sly grin returning. “An acquisition by Addison Media is no longer in the cards, so what’s done is done.”
“Which explains why Bill was so pissed yesterday,” Mandy postulates.
“Yeah, he seemed to be annoyed by the fact,” Tommy replies, placing his hand on the doorknob. “Now that I think about it, he did seem like he was about to go off the rails when he left yesterday. Hopefully he had plenty of life insurance for the sake of Aileen and his wife.”
“We’ll be in touch Tommy,” I tell him, accenting it with a steely glare as he closes the door on us. I try to shake off my anger as I turn, leading everyone out of the suite. “He never ceases to amaze me,” I add once we are out in the hallway.
“That was fun!” Mandy says with a sparkle in her eyes. “My heart was pounding by the time I slipped the third one under his phone protector.” She giggles and grabs my arm, pulling at me.
“Third one? Where did you put the other two?” I ask her in amazement.
“I put one on the bottom of his laptop, one on the back side of his Rolex like you said and the third one in his phone.” She beams.
“Well, you did good,” I assure her with a proud smile. “I know he didn’t suspect a thing.”
“So, do you buy the bullshit story about Carly?” Anthony asks, as the elevator doors close. “If he’s going to continue being a criminal, he needs to install a more soundproof door.”
