Page 44 of Snow Good to Lose
Caden
My detour into Sinezilio’s office was my errand, as Carlos called it. I knew from working for Amari’s father, Sinezilio’s entire operation was on his private server. They stored the server in the house. I’d never been here, but helped his guys install it remotely. It was the same system I had set up for Mr. McCoy. It involved so many safeguards; you had to be onsite to tamper with it.
Since I was already here . . .
I inserted a thumb drive to copy Sinezilio’s hard drive and then installed a virus to wipe his system clean.
I clicked on a folder on his desktop marked password.Too fucking easy.
The folder included the code to his safe. While the files copied, I turned and pulled on the painting hung behind his desk. It had a hinge and hidden behind it was the safe.
Since I was already here …
I punched in the code. Not part of the plan, but when you save your passwords and codes in a clearly marked folder on your desktop, you’re begging for someone to look.
The safe opened with a whoosh.
I pulled out its contents and dumped them on the desk. I peeked over at Amari. She remained focused on the door and the shit show outside. It limited her view of the bloodbath. It’s how I'd planned it. Shield her from watching the carnage. Carlos’ brilliant plan called for maximum casualties. I expected nothing less, but it was going to be messy. If anyone survived, they would wish they hadn’t.
I shook the thought out of my head and flipped through some of the paperwork in the safe. Typical stuff, official documents, contracts, about three hundred thousand in cash. I tossed it on the desk and spotted a brown envelope. I picked it up. It was thick, about a half inch of papers, and sealed.
I ripped the top of the packet open and dumped the contents. It contained photos of a man in a compromising position with a woman. Shit, three women. I held the photo up in the light. I knew the man in the photo. It was Amari’s dad.
I knew it.
Something else had motivated Mr. McCoy’s actions. I flipped through some other papers. It made little sense, but it was a hush file. Full of all of Mr. McCoy’s dirty little secrets. One of the last items was a folder with Amari’s mother’s name on it.
Screams and commotion echoed beyond the interior door.
I dropped the folder and pointed my gun. Amari had turned from the back door and trained her sights on the inside.
A whisp of blond hair barreled his way through the door. He flipped his hair back and stared into Amari’s eyes and down the barrel of her gun.
A gunshot exploded behind him. Johnny jerked. His eyes grew wide and he cried out as bullets peppered his body. Amari and I dropped to the ground.
When the bullets stopped, we stood.
“Help me.” He groaned. “Please.”
I walked toward him and pointed my gun at his head. Blood pooled beneath him.
“Nope, bitch.” I kicked him in the chest. “By the way, she was never yours. She’s mine.”
Amari giggled and Miguel grabbed Johnny’s legs and dragged him out of the office.
“Bien?”He poked his head back in.
“We’re good.” I nodded.
Miguel gave me a thumbs-up and closed the door behind him.
I winked at Amari and returned to the desk and pulled the thumb drive out of the computer. I gathered the items from Mr. McCoy’s file and shoved them back in. I put the envelope in the back of my pants and covered it with my shirt. I plugged the thumb drive into another little device I carried. It would make a copy for me.
Three knocks rang out from the back door. Amari gasped and turned on her heels, gun pointed at someone’s head.
“It’s okay.” I stood behind her. “It’s time to go.”
She flipped the safety back on and relaxed with a cleansing sigh.
