Turned out the death of a customer wasn’t a problem as long as the body was properly dealt with.
And deal with it they did.
I rolled over and glanced at the clock. It was 10:36 a.m. Too early to wake up, considering I’d gotten home at five a.m. I turned over and buried my head in the pillow, trying to go back to sleep. That way I wouldn’t have to remember.
But I remembered every detail.
Vinny had called the Cuz—two cousins, Remy and Tyrell—who did dirty work for Tony. They were goons, enforcers, like Pup had been. Whether it was a murder or a crime scene cleanup, if the job involved blood, you could bet the Cuz would be there.
I wished I hadn’t been there to see it, wished I hadn’t wondered how many times the Cuz must have disposed of bodies before.
I was glad Cam wasn’t there to watch. Vinny had dropped him off at the hospital, where he got stitched. When I spoke to him a couple of hours later, he’d calmed down.
My cell buzzed. I groaned and grabbed it off the night table. It was Jessica, I saw with relief.
Wanna come over?
I texted back: Thanx but I’m not feeling good today. Should stay home. There’d be nothing better than to hang out with Jessica, but I knew she’d ask what was going on with the Vet. I wasn’t ready to answer her.
She replied right away. Take care. C U soon. xox
I wasn’t sure what was worse: the horror of what I’d seen last night, or the fact that I felt no regret about it. Shouldn’t I feel bad that a man was dead, even a pathetic one like the Vet?
But the truth was, from the moment I saw the body slip beneath the black water of the Humber River, I felt nothing but relief. The Vet was gone and my secret was safe.
For now.