Luckily, Eloy’s drug connection had a friend who managed a local pizza delivery restaurant. For a fee, the dealer was willing to introduce him to his buddy and vouch that Eloy could be trusted.
Even with the introduction, the guy reluctantly parted with a company shirt and lent him his personal car, including the topper lighted sign.
But, like everyone else he did business with, everybody could be bought for a price.
It cost Eloy three hundred dollars to get the gear he needed, but it couldn’t be helped. He’d told the delivery guy the equipment was for a prank. And that wasn’t a huge lie.
It cost him an extra fifty for a pizza, and he’d given him a free two-week subscription to the Barely Legal website.
The coupon was his best marketing ploy. Eloy knew that once pizza boy, or anyone else, experienced unlimited access to naked girls willing to perform requests, he was almost certain to become a regular customer once the free shows expired.
With his props in hand, he was ready to roll.
He hoped he could pull off this mission. It was imperative for Chloe to come to the door when he delivered the food—and there was no way to guarantee that would happen.
He’d been in dozens of dicey situations with his businesses, but this delivery to the only person who could tie him to the cop’s murder was the most critical of them all.