“Have you made our travel arrangements?” John walked out to the patio to find Curt tapping away on the computer.
“It’s all done, and the rental car is on hold. We cross back into the US and pick up the car using our new driver’s licenses that say we’re Donald Hendricks and Morgan Allen.” He rolled his eyes. “Seriously stupid names if you ask me.”
“The names don’t matter at the moment. We’ll get back to Chicago and do away with Cruz first, and then we’ll enjoy the time we spend with Detective McCord. Cruz said he took care of Hal Morton and the Vasquez brothers. Here, look at the pictures he sent.” John took a seat, opened the gallery, and handed his phone to Curt. “Spread the pics so you can see the full effect.” He smiled as Curt studied the pictures. “Nice work, right? Too bad Abraham will be next.”
Curt handed the phone to John. “Where did he dump the bodies?”
“He’s sending more pictures after the bodies have settled into their final resting places. Somewhere fifty miles or so out of the city, he said.” John scrolled through his phone’s contact list.
“Who are you looking for?”
“Jared Bell, of course. You mentioned how Conway and Maria were the most dangerous and impossible to get to because they’re in jail. Well, my brother, that isn’t true. Attorney Bell is entitled to private visits with them. Attorney-client privilege, you know.”
A wide grin spread across Curt’s face. “What do you have in mind?”
“I’m thinking a little contraband can’t hurt. I’ll make all the arrangements, and the money I’ll offer Attorney Bell… Well, let’s just say it’ll be too good to refuse.”