“We’ve got a problem, Mr. Vance.”
John, sitting on the patio of their home in Mexico with Curt, had just popped the cap off a cold bottle of beer. He tapped Speakerphone and placed his new burner phone on the table in front of him. After a chug, and with glaring eyes, he stared at Curt and shook his head. “Those aren’t words I ever want to hear, Cruz.”
“I’m sorry, Boss, but Conway got nabbed.”
In a fit of rage, John threw the bottle at the wall, and glass shattered the length of the tiled floor. “Explain how that’s possible!”
“My calls to him kept going to voicemail, so I finally drove past his place. The building is swarming with cops, and a forensic van is parked along the street. That can’t be a coincidence. The only people in the area that know Conway are the Vasquez brothers and their sister, Maria, and she’s in police custody.” A loud sigh echoed through the phone line. “The cops are probably coming after me next, and with Mauricio and Antonio staying at my house, the trail will lead back to you sooner or later. Those two have loose lips and aren’t trustworthy.”
John paced the patio then yelled at Curt to bring him the bottle of tequila. “The Vasquez family is nothing but trouble, and I should have never brought them on board to move drugs out of Mexico for me. Now that they’re up to their eyeballs with that damn murder their sister involved them in, they may throw my name into the ring, and I’m sure giving me up would get them pretty far. It’s already been proven that their family has no loyalty since it had to be Maria spewing out names. She wants to score that ‘get out of jail free’ card.” John gulped tequila from the bottle then wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. “Start eliminating everyone involved in the Tina Morton murder that knows my name or has a connection to you. Begin with the Vasquez brothers and then Hal Morton. Dead men can’t talk. Don’t call here again until the job is done, and clear your damn contact list!” John ended the call and tossed his phone down on the lounge chair. He poured tequila into two glasses. “We need to tie up loose ends before we make Mexico our permanent residence.” He handed one of the glasses to Curt. “Looks like we’re heading back to Chicago earlier than I had planned.”
“But the biggest threat is Maria and Conway, and now there’s no way to get to them.”
John snickered. “That’s where you’re wrong, brother. There’s always a way, but first things first. Luca has to die.”