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“Even more interesting when I have the case reopened and Joseph testifies against you,” I say. It’s a total lie, but he doesn’t know that.
Mateo clenches his jaw, clearly pissed.
“You fed him a name and made sure the guy was there to take the hit, so no one went digging around, unearthing things you didn’t want brought to light.”
When he doesn’t respond, I take his silence as an invitation to continue.
“You like framing innocent people, don’t you?” I question, the implication clear.
“That’s enough,” he hisses under his breath.
“No, I don’t think it is.”
Mateo ignores me and turns to walk away. I reach out and grab him by the shoulder, spinning him around to face me.
“Why’d you do it, huh? Take Eli King under your wing, befriend him, lend him a car, and then accuse him of stealing it?”
Mateo’s face is growing redder the more I talk. He’s about to break. I can feel it. I just have to keep pushing him.
“What was it? You were taking a cut of all his winnings. But that just wasn’t enough, was it? Or was it after he found out just who the hell you’re working for?”
Something flashes in his eyes, and he knows that I know.
“If you don’t wanna die, I’d shut your fucking mouth,” he seethes.
“Nice, another threat. How on par for you. Here’s the thing though, I don’t give a fuck who your employer is, but Eli did, didn’t he? He wanted out and you just couldn’t have that,” I say, getting in his face.
He looks like he’s about two seconds from swinging on me, and I wish he fucking would.
“So, you accuse him of stealing your car, press charges and make sure he’s put away for it. What happened, huh? He find out about all the sick shit your boss is into? Or did he find out you were into it, too? He couldn’t get away from you fast enough, could he? So you did what you could to get rid of him,” I taunt and then watch as he snaps.
“I could have done a lot worse, too. Jail is the least of his fucking worries. If I wanted to get rid of him, I damn sure had every opportunity to do it,” he yells, and then stops.
Shock colors his face as he realizes what he just did.
“Damn, Chavez, that sounded like a fucking confession to me. I don’t know, though. Did that sound like a confession to you, Officer Harding?”
“Sure as fuck did,” Sander says as he steps out of the crowd, badge held up where anyone can see it. “Mateo Chavez, you’re under arrest…”
Sander goes on to read him his rights, slapping the cuffs on in what I assume to be a very satisfying moment.
I don’t know how much of this will hold, but it’s damn sure enough to hold him for a lot more than just questioning this time around.
Milo waltzes over, grinning from ear to ear.
“Nice job, man,” he says, slapping his hand against mine before tossing a black canvas backpack into my arms.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“Just a little something to help your girl out,” he says, and I open the bag.
“Holy shit,” I say, peering at the contents of the bag.
“Holy shit, indeed.”
Chapter 96
I watched the whole thing unfold with bated breath.
