Eloy spent an hour checking the Barely Legal Lady Bits website and the income he’d made. That’s where his real money was made. The events of the last day made him realize the retail shoplifting mobs were an unnecessary risk for little monetary return.
But the burglary scheme gave him his first business, and enough bank to get his camera girl enterprise going. While not thinking of himself as someone sentimental, he hated to call it quits on his first entrepreneurial venture.
Of course, now with Neema out of the picture, he’d have to start over. But putting a new crew together wasn’t practical or smart.
The only thing that made sense was to eliminate his last tie to the deadly fiasco from yesterday. But did he try to pin the entire operation on Chloe, or make sure she couldn’t name him as the architect of retail burglaries?
Deep down, he knew the answer. No one would believe a teenager had masterminded such an intricate scheme.
But wasting an upper-class bitch wasn’t the same as snuffing a couple of dopers and a former whore. The plan needed to be bulletproof.
He mentally ran through several scenarios, but the easiest, and the least dangerous to him was another OD.
Thankfully, nothing tied Chloe to any of the other deaths he’d arranged. He just had to figure out a plausible way for her to ingest drugs suggesting she’d accidentally OD’d.
It was too risky to call her, even using a burner. The cops were getting better and better at tracking the devices.
Thankfully, he knew where she lived after picking up the map she’d drawn of the Flair store. He’d go to her house, and he had a perfect plan to make contact with her.