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Carson stepped over Bobbi’s body and shot her two more times, making sure she was dead. It was a bittersweet moment for him. He had loved her, but no one betrayed him.

Grabbing Bobbi’s purse from the truck, he started ransacking it looking to see what she had on him, if anything. Or if she’d notified someone about the drugs.

Inside the purse was a hidden compartment. He unzipped it and found another cell phone inside of it. When he pressed the button for the home screen, a pass-code notification popped up. Frustrated, he threw the phone on the ground and stomped it. The screen shattered into small pieces.

He opened her purse back up and started going through it again. At the bottom there was another compartment, where he found her badge. DEA. Shit. He put on his gloves and walked over to where Bobbi lay lifeless. He threw the badge onto her and dipped his gloved finger in blood. On her jacket he wrote the wordPIG.

Then he dragged Bobbi’s body behind a large boulder. He would come up with a plan to dispose of her later.

Stepping back from Bobbi’s body, Carson threw some branches over her. He went to the truck and climbed in, tossing the purse over on the passenger seat. He would deliver the drugs himself and then get back to the ranch. Even dead, Bobbi complicated things. Lana had hinted there was a mole in his group. Did she know it was Bobbi?

A couple hours later Carson pulled into the ranch. He’d disposed of his gloves and changed into clean clothes. Then he’d burned his bloodstained clothes in the ranch fire pit. The ATV was still out by Bobbi’s body, so he’d called Cody and told him to get one of his men, drive the ATV home, dispose of the dead body, and leave no evidence. He only hoped his inept son could do that.

As Carson parked, he noticed Lana’s car outside the compound meeting area.

“Great, what does she want?” he muttered to himself, getting out of the truck and slamming the door shut. The gravel crunched underneath his boots as Carson strutted toward the compound. Lana needed to back off. He was sick of her.

The door creaked and groaned as he opened it, irritating him even more. He’d make sure someone took care of that.

“What do you want? The load has been delivered,” Carson said.

Lana sat on the couch with her legs crossed, flipping through a gun magazine and chewing gum. She snapped the gum and peered over the pages. She didn’t answer.

“If you don’t have anything to discuss then you need to leave,” Carson said, noting that some of his men had come in and were standing behind him. Good. Lana needed to see he was not afraid and had the men to back him up.

“Oh, we have things to discuss,” Lana said, snapping her gum again. “But first I am reading about, how do you say it, these assault rifles your country is so afraid of.”

“Well, finish reading. We have things to do.”

“Yes, we do. We have a problem.”

Carson crossed his arms. “Oh yeah? What’s the problem?”

“I was pulled over after I left here this afternoon. A couple of cops harassed me. They searched my car. Asked me some interesting questions.” Lana set the magazine down and stood up, her high heels clicking on the wooden floor as she approached Carson. “I’m wondering if you know anything about this?”

“Of course not. Why would I?”

“I thought it seemed strange that I left here after we saw someone watching us from the hillside and this happens. You told me that you have control over all your men here, but apparently not. Maybe one of them called me in.”

“I doubt that, but I’ll find out more. Anything else?” Carson asked. His men stepped up closer behind him.

Lana leaned into his personal space. “Yes, as a matter of fact. Thereissomething else. We have a bigger problem.”

“What’s that?”

“There’s money missing. I trusted you to hold some of the money until I could pay you your share, and that was obviously a mistake. When the money was counted there was at least $80,000 unaccounted for. So you need to get me that money as soon as possible or else.”

“Or else what?” Carson said, taking a step closer to Lana. “We didn’t take any money that wasn’t ours, so it would be your people, not mine, that you need to talk to.”

“I wish I could believe that.”

Lana reached behind her and pulled her gun. Carson was staring down the barrel, but he didn’t move. She was bluffing. If she’d wanted to shoot him, she would have done it when he first came in and no one else was in the room.

He heard his men pulling guns from their holsters. A few of the men had revolvers, and the click of the hammers being cocked echoed throughout the room.

“Looks like we have a situation here,” Carson said. “It doesn’t end well for either of us. You shoot me, my men will shoot you.”

“Not before I shoot some of your men.”