Page 64 of Saltwater Promises
“Not quite. It’d be better to just to take care of it, do you understand?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, I got you.”
Benzini pulled an envelope from his pocket. “Inside you’ll find car keys and her information. The car is parked in the garage at my building. You can pick it up now. Tomorrow, you should arrive to get her around noon.”
“Okay…”
“She won’t be expecting you, but she has an art show in the city. You’re going to pretend to be her ride to the airport.”
Lenny pulled the keys out – they were to a Mercedes. His favorite. “Oh la la, a new car. What’d you get me?”
Benzini ignored him. “The second address is a cabin in the North Cascades. Take her there, make it clean.”
Oh.
Shoot.
Benzini wanted him to off this woman.
He spoke again. “I’ll see you later that evening for some final details with the sale. I’ll meet with David again around one.”
“Got it.” Lenny stared at the keys in his hand.
Benzini looked him up and down. “Is this going to be a problem?”
“No, of course not. Consider it done.”
Lenny loved that saying.Consider it done. That’s what the pros said.
Vinnie wasn’t a pro. He ended up in jail for starting a fight, like the idiot he was. He wouldn’t be able to handle a sensitive issue like this.
That’s why Marco sent him out here, though. He always said to let Vinnie do the dirty work. It made Lenny think he cared, that he didn’t want Lenny to get picked up.
Ha. It was all an act. Marco didn’t care about him. Maybe if he did, he would’ve sent someone smarter than Vinnie to be his right hand.
Whatever. Lenny didn’t need him. He didn’t need any of them.
“That’s my man.” Benzini clapped him on the shoulder. “Take care until tomorrow.”
“You too.”
Lenny watched as Benzini got into his car and drove off. He pulled the paper out of the envelope. There were two addresses, as promised, and a name.
Lynn Campbell.
Crap. Shoot, shoot,shoot. Lenny had never technically killed someone before. Maybe this was a test or something.
Normally, he’d talk to Marco about it, but now? He couldn’t do that. Marco would tell the FBI that he was a murderer.
He had to kill a lady, too. Dang. But she wasn’t just any lady, she was FBI. She was the kind of person who wanted to lock him up. She was no better than his dad. Maybe she was even working with him, keeping an eye on things.
Yeah, that might be it.
None of these people cared about him, so why should he care about them?
Gary rolled down the car window and yelled, “Are we going or what?”
“Yeah, yeah, calm down,” Lenny said, walking over to the car.
He could do this. There was no one that he could count on except himself.
And he didn’t need anybody else.
