Every phone is tapped and every person is the police.

            'Yeah I was worried because, it took you longer to get back to me that you were mad at me or

something.' Mojo explained. They were sitting in Eddie's kitchen, they'd concluded their business earlier

and Eddie had insisted on making a quick meal before he got down to the business that he had to explain 

to Mojo. He had some very heavy things to say and Eddies thinking was that a nice home cooked meal

could help ease the blow somewhat.

            Eddie took a sip of his red wine, it would be his last for a while, before responding. 'Sorry about 

the other night, just sometimes I get these feelings. Anyway, this one turned out to be right, at least some

what.'

            Eddie explained how he'd been watching Mojo the past few months and how through that he 

learned about Roady, the Moldovans, and the plot to put the GPS on Mojo's car to find out where his

mysterious source was located.

        'So it's on there now?' Mojo asked? 'Oh yeah.' Eddie replied. 'When you came up here this 

afternoon you showed them right where I was.' He smiled a sly grin.

        'So you knew, I would lead them to you.' Mojo stated.  'Yup, and if I removed the tracker myself, 

or had my associate do it, they would know that I know, or suspect you. Even then, sure I could throw

these guys off this time, but what about the next? No, its clear to me this place is burned. I got to lay

low for a little while.'

            'You worried about the DEA?' Mojo asked. Eddie got up from his chair, 'Yeah, it's them. But not

just that.  I got serious skeletons in my closet mano. Some real bad guys. The kind of guys who will not

only kill you but anyone your associated with including family.'

        Eddie finished off the rest of his wine and poured himself another, offering Mojo, one who 

declined because he had a long drive home. 

        'When I first came to this country from Honduras, the army, and war was all that I knew. How to

find and kill my enemies. So I worked a few manual labor, jobs, some factories, working security for

nightclubs, whatever I could find. After all I had a wife and two kids to take care of.'

        'So anyway one day my friend Ramon tells me him and a couple of his buddies who were in the

same unit as me were making good money working protection for his guy Caesar, big coke dealer. They

called him 'The Chef', because he ran a local taqueria, and for his cook, of crack which was supposed to

be one of the best. So I signed on, because the money was good, 5-10,000 a day and also because, well,

I wanted the action. I was bored with life. All you had to do was ride with them when they picked the

stuff up and when they were unloading it in the warehouse.'

        'I did that for a while and I was good at it, until one day something happened, a rival gang 

ambushed our convoy on the road, they killed 4 of ours but I held my own and managed to kill a couple

of theirs and scare the rest off. 

        'So I moved up in the ranks of the organization becoming an enforcer with a few of my buddies

from the army, sometimes we'd just need to rough someone up a little, you know? Send a message. 

Sometimes it was more than that. The hits never bothered me though, I had a boat, after I did a job I'd

put the body in my trunk, drive out to the pier, after dark obviously, and I'd just drive the boat out a

couple miles and feed the body to the fishes.'

            Eddie could see Mojo looked uncomfortable as he said that. 'It wasn't bad for a while, I was

making a lot of money, living the high life. But it had it's dark side too. I was drinking a lot then, thank

god I never got into the drugs, I was sleeping around, out all night. My wife Maria, she liked me being

in the life at first, I was able to move us all into a pretty nice house, plenty of money for her to spend.

Still she got tired of after a while as well, I tried to create a barrier between my job and my home life

but it was breaking down more and more.'

        'Anyway, like I said I was drinking a lot then, maybe not using my best judgement and one night

when I was out with my crew, I met a guy named Carlos. Said he was Cuban, from Miami. Said he was 

thinking about moving out to California and was looking for a good coke supplier. He talked the talk, 

seemed as legit as anyone, I even asked around about him, everyone said he was solid. Eventually I

started selling to him, long story short, one day I made a buy from him and right after I got arrested.

'Carlos', was actually DEA agent Mike Leary. He wasn't even Latino! So I cut a deal with them, agreed

to wear a wire, told him everything I knew about the Chef's operation.'

    'I sent Caesar and a good deal of his crew away for a long time, and in return a got a shorter sentence

4 years. A couple of months before I was about to be released I heard through the prison grapevine that

Caesar, up in San Quentin, knew I was about to get out. That he'd put out a 500,000 dollar bounty on

my head, and if he couldn't find me, he was going to kill my wife and 3 kids.'

        Eddie took another draw from his wine glass, 'Still makes my blood boil thinking about it. This 

piece of shit is of going to threaten me? Not only that, my family? He really thinks, knowing what he

does about me, that I'm just going to let that stand? Not do anything about it. So I called my wife, told

her to see a friend of mine who had a little bit of money I'd stashed away, and to go to her sisters in

Arizona.'

            'I made some more calls, people on the outside. The day after I was released in October 1994

Caesar 'The Chef' Morales was shanked to death in the yard in San Quentin. A couple of nights later

I met up with some of my friends from when I was in the game, we went out and killed as many 

members of that gang we could find, about 20 of them.'

            'After that I bounced, just left town. I checked the news on it, the police didn't have any 

evidence, and few suspects. I wasn't under suspicion but obviously I knew I couldn't stay out

there.'

            'I'd thought it was over entirely, I had a nice house in the Midwest, kind of like this one but in

farm country, and they came back. 3 of them, waiting for me when I was coming home. I took care

of them, and after that is when I moved out here and bought this house.'

            'So basically I have to lie low for a while. I gave you some extra weight with everything because

I know this is short notice. I really don't when or if I'll be able to come back here.'

        'Look, I'm really sorry about all this man.' Mojo said. 'Roady, man I knew he had a shady, devious

side but I didn't know he'd stoop this fucking low. I wish it didn't have to be this way. What are you

going to do about Kyle and his crew?'

        'Simple,' Eddie replied. 'They're going to come up here to try and rob me and I'm going to kill 

them.'

        'It just isn't right.' Steve Berardi thought, taking a sip of his beer, 'That someone could lay a hand 

on one of us like that and face no consequences.' He was sitting near the stage at the House of Venus,

his favorite gentleman's club in Warner, with Guy, who was looking into his drink, still going on about

Alice breaking up with him. 

        After the beating, apparently, Jamal had dropped Guy who in front of the hospital where he'd spent

a few days. After he'd gotten out he'd managed to convince Alice, to let him stay at her place for a few

days to recuperate. However, according to Guy, a few days turned into 2 weeks, which then turned into

him getting kicked out again when he refused to chip in to giver her any money for food. This, in turn,

also led to her saying she didn't want anything to do with him anymore, before kicking him out.

        Steve had just left Kyle's house to sell him a some of the X-boxes Matteo had picked up a few

weeks before, when he'd stopped over at Liberty Liquors in Franklin, to buy a scratch ticket and a 

couple of nips of whiskey. 

        He'd waited until he'd driven home, downing the two nips on the way, to scratch the ticket and

discover to his amazement that it was a 15,000 dollar winner. That had been around 11 in the morning,

and the rest of the day was something of an intoxicated blur for him but at some point, for reasons he

still wasn't entirely sure, he'd called Guy. The truth was he couldn't help but feel sorry for the kid after

hearing about the beating Jamal and his friend had given him. 

        So he'd gone over to his apartment and on hearing that Alice had broke up with him had suggested

they head over to the House of Venus, he even offered to pay for him to have any 'Goddess,' as the

dancers were called there, to himself.

        On the way over he seemed excited to be going, but once they sat down with their drinks he'd 

started on about Alice, how he'd totally messed up a good thing he had with her. Steve had wanted to

punch him in the face. Here he was, surrounded by pussy, Steve had even offered to pay for him to get

a lap dance and even more, and he was crying into his drink about some broad.

            'Athena" was on stage now, dancing to Mariah Careys 'Fantasy', while Guy continued to stare

forlornly into his drink, 'Maybe I could just talk to her, explain everything..' Guy began, before Steve

tuned him out, I got to cut myself loose from this fucking guy if he keeps on like this, he thought to

himself finishing up his beer.

        I know one thing, Steve thought, if I found out this asshole was fucking my girl, behind my back

like that? He wouldn't be breathing right now. Matteo had opted instead to cut Guy out of his life

completely, to sever all ties with him. 

        Steve had understood that, at first, and hadn't even felt sorry for Guy when he'd first found out

what happened to him.  After all, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Guy was always playing with

fire getting stuff fronted to him and not paying the person back, or selling someone baking soda, or just

taking the money and vanishing, like he'd done with Jack. 

            In each instance, Guy had always used  his blood relationship with Matteo to prevent him 

from incurring real consequences from his actions. Matteo for his part, always backed Guy up, even,

as was the case most times, he was in the wrong, because he was family. Steve, for his part, even 

though he didn't particularly care for  his nephew, still thought it was a little messed up that Jamal

had been able to do that to someone from the family without any retaliation. 

            Steve finished off his beer and stood up, 'I'm going to get another beer, you want anything?'

he asked Guy, 'No, I'm good.' Guy mumbled. 

        Steve got up, looked around, the club had only a scattering of other patrons on this Thursday

night, although, from what Steve had heard, it didn't have many patrons most nights. When the House

of Venus first opened, in 1983, it was one of only 3 such establishments in the area. Now it had stiff

competition from Anthony's, The Castle, and Knockers, that that was just the ones in Warner.

            Steve sighed to himself as he walked up to the bar, the truth was, Guy's depressing attitude was

starting to rub off on him, completely ruining the experience.

        'Hey Sweetheart,' He said to the woman at the bar. 'Get me a Heineken and a shot of Jim Beam,

I'm gonna close out my tab.'

            'Sure.' The woman said and got an ice cold bottle from the cooler for him, and put down a glass

for the shot. When she finished pouring, Steve put a few bills on a bar for the check, 'Keep the change.'

He said downing the beam, and chasing it off with the beer.

            As he put his beer back down on the bar, he felt his cell phone ringing in his pocket, he took it

out to see who it was, Matteo, he thought, calling from the house. Can't call him back from in here,

too much fucking noise, Steve thought, heading toward the exit, stopping by the table on the way to

tell Guy he was going out to make a call.

        'What's up,' Steve said, answering as he went out the back door of the club. 'What are you doing?'

Matteo asked. 'Just over at Shannon's house.' Steve replied, not wanting to tell him the truth, it would

lead to too many questions.

        'You're gonna want to get over here right away.  My man Mike and his buddy just got back from a

little trip I had them take. Were over at Mike's house.You're going to want to see this.'

            That piqued Steve's interest, 'Oh yeah?' He said. 'Big time. Christmas came early. But, look I 

can't talk about it over the phone, you're going to want to see it for yourself.'

        'I'll be right over.' Steve replied. 'Alright, see you then.' Matteo replied. Thank god, Steve thought

as he hung up and headed back inside, I needed an excuse to get out of here. Just finish up my beer and

head out, he thought.

                Steve walked back over to the bar and took a long pull of his beer as he walked back over to 

the table where Guy was sitting. 'I've got to head out.' He said to Guy as he walked over, Guy's eyes

were on the stage now, 'Hera, Goddess of Goddesses,' was up there dancing to 'All she wants to do is

dance.'

            'I got some business I got to take care of.' He reached into his pocket, pulled out his roll, and 

threw it on the table, 'Here, get yourself a lap dance or something have a good time.' He said.

            'Whatever.' Guy replied, his eyes not leaving the stage. A shame I got to leave, Steve thought as

he headed out, Hera really is the best of all the goddesses. 

        What the fuck is wrong with young people these days? Steve thought, as he crossed over the

bridge to Franklin. Bunch of spoiled, ungrateful, assholes. He had a small bag of coke in his jacket

and he'd done a couple lines in his car in the parking lot of the House of Venus to straighten him out

for the drive over to Mike's. 

     The drive itself was only ten minutes, but Steve had a hard time driving at night, peoples headlights

made it hard for his eyes, and he knew the alcohol wouldn't help. Then, if he got pulled over there 

would be too many questions, yes this was his girlfriends car, she let me use it, and then there was

the question of weather his license was still valid..

            Steve passed homeless person pushing a shopping cart as he made the turn unto Mike's street,

not to mention that every cop in town knew who he was, knew his reputation, he'd rather not give

them an excuse to harass him.

            Mike lived at the end of a dead end street and Steve parked in front of the house. Mike had a

garage in the back where he worked on cars for a living, also where he conducted most of his not so

legal dealings.

            Steve could see there were only a couple of lights on in the main house, and walked around 

toward the back where the garage was. 

            As he came toward the entrance he could hear music and the sweet, skunky odor of burning

marijuana. The light was on in the garage, and Steve knocked hard a couple of times, just to fuck with

them.

        'Who is it?'' He heard a voice inside reply. 'Who the fuck do ya think? It's J. Edgar Hoover open

the fucking door.' He waited a second outside before Mike answered the door, a beer in his hand. 'Hey.

Steve, what's up?' Mike said, shaking his hand. They were all sitting at a table in the middle of the

garage, on the table were a few large duffel bags, 'You want to get me one of those?' Steve asked Mike,

gesturing at the beer in his hand.

            Matteo and Manny were sitting at the table drinking beer, Mike grabbed a beer from the fridge 

and handed it to Steve, 'So Mike and Manny here just got back from Florida, take a look at what they

brought back with them.' Matteo explained.

            Steve opened one of the bags, the inside was filled with prescription bottles, he took one out to

examine, Oxtcontin 40 MGs. 'We got one of 40's, 20's, 80's, even 160s.' Matteo explained. 'Now, they

sold it to me for a good price just to move the things, so I can sell some to you for a pretty decent price.'

Matteo explained.

            Steve took a sip of his beer, 'So how did you boys manage to get these, On credit?' He asked

Mike and Manny. 'No,' Manny replied. 'I have family down there, knew about this pharmacist. I

staked it out for a little while, got to know his routine, then I had Mike come down to help me. Got

him when he was closing up the place for the night, help him up, filled up our bags, then we tied

him up, locked him in this hotel room. Took his drivers license, told him if he told the fucking cops

anything we'd kill him and his entire family.'

            Manny and Mike laughed, Steve joined him. 'You should have seen this fucking guy,' Mike said,

laughing, mimicking the guy, 'Don't hurt me!' I have a family!' crying like a little bitch. Anyway we 

scared the shit out of him, no way he says nothing.'

            'This is a lot of product gentleman.' Steve said after the laughter subsided. 'If we move it out

here and Eugene catches wind of it, chances are we'll have to pay the street tax.' Eugene and his gang

moved almost all of the drugs in Warner, backed up by a powerful Mexican Cartel. Anyone who wasn't

working for them directly paid a 5 percent, 'Street tax.'

        The same one we used to collect from people, Steve thought bitterly, back when my brother 

Carmine was running things in this town. 

        Mike lit up the joint he'd been rolling, 'Wait!' Steve said. 'I got an idea, what if we don't move it

down here much at all. Stay off their radar.' He suggested. Matteo, Mike, and Manny, looked in his

direction, interested.

    'My girlfriend, Shannon, she knows these two boards, who live together in this house near the college

towns down there. Melissa and Julie, nice girls, real party animals, I went down there with Shannon to

hang out with them one time. So were hanging out, drinking, whatever, one of them starts talking, can't

remember who. Anyway, she starts talking about how she used to move all this weed and other stuff for

her boyfriend, this guy Ra, making good money, until this guy Sea dog ripped them off, then her boy

friend RA ripped off Eugene's guy Frank, and, long story short, ended up getting himself killed. At

least that's what she heard, no one ever found the body.'

            Matteo laughed, 'Yeah, I remember that. Old guy, they totally got the drop on him. I heard he 

got demoted or something in the organization after that.'

        Steve chuckled, 'Yup, so as I said she's going on and on, says they stopped selling for a while, 

doing anything, just laying low, but recently they were back in business.'

            'Not a bad plan. Dealing with the clientele down there, less risk of them getting robbed. 

someone trying something stupid.' Matteo observed, as Manny handed him the joint.

            'I'll give my girl a call after this, see if she wants to give them a call, see if they're interested.

            'Pot dealers are usually the easiest, especially if its only one guy. We try to get as much intel as

we can usually about the target before we move in, we have these leads, sometimes customers, people

who buy pills or coke from me, and they'll give us the lay of the land. How much the person has, 

weather or not they are connected to anyone.'

        Kyle Popa took a sip of his beer, 'This one that were going on tonight, this one is a little different.

Truth of the matter is we really don't have much info on this guy, just that we're talking about a very

big fish.' He explained smiling.

        Alice nodded, taking a sip of her beer as well. They were sitting in the Wild Card sports bar after

finishing their meal of cheeseburgers and fries, and Kyle, was telling her all about his unique 'Hobby,' 

as he called it. They'd met online through Facebook and mutual friends, and this was the second time

they'd gone out. Kyle worked at the lumber yard driving a forklift, like to hunt, fish, sell drugs, guns 

and, from time to time, rip off drug dealers.

            'So who is it?' Alice asked, starting to become interested, though still wondering why someone

would share all this with someone they didn't know all that well. 

        Kyle finished his beer, 'Ok, I'll tell you. But you got to keep it on the DL.' He explained. 'You

know that guy Mojo, record producer, he has that studio downtown, 'Cloud city.'' He said.

        Alice nodded, 'Yeah.' She liked to go to 'Cloud City Nights,' over at the Satellite which featured

bands which had recorded there.

        He lowered his voice, ' Well anyway I found out from a friend of his that he's got this guy, this

source, where he gets his weed, his coke, his pills, you name it. And this guy lives way the fuck out

there, deep in the woods, with just this fucking fortress of drugs. I mean I've had some of the weed

from him and this is top tier, crystals on top of crystals.'

        'And basically, long story short, I got this friend of his I mentioned before to get us the address of

this very same source and tomorrow night me and a couple of my crew are gonna knock it over. I think

it's gonna be big this one, guy lives in fortress out there, at least that's what I've heard.'

        'Wow,' Alice remarked. 'Sounds like a pretty good score.'

        'Here.' Jack said, handing Carlos a small bag with 2 pills inside, they were out in the back of Wild

Card sports bar, Jack had walked over to where he knew the cameras couldn't see to hand Carlos the 

pills as Carlos handed him the money. Percocet, 10 for 1 or 2 for 15, Carlos, a cook, was one of his

best customers. 

                Carlos took one pill out of the small bag and put it in his mouth and put the bag back in his

pocket, he opened the back door, 'I'm gonna go back in there, finish closing the line.' He said, looking at

Jack expectantly, 'I'll be in in a couple minutes.' Jack replied.

    Carlos rolled his eyes, 'Ok.' He said. Jack knew why, if he was too behind on his dishes at closing the

manager would have the closing cook help him out so he wouldn't get out too late. Too bad, Jack 

thought to himself, as he sat down on a milk crate.

        I know that woman out there, he'd noticed her when she came in with another guy. Guy, that's it,

that's the women that he was with that I tried to talk to, Alice, I think is her name.  Jack had been

feeling paranoid since he'd lured Guy into the ambush with Jamal and his friends. He'd been surprised

also, seeing Guy get beat down had not brought him any satisfaction, he'd never wanted anything like

that. In fact all he had ever really wanted was compensation for the pound of weed stolen.

            Like that would ever happen, Jack thought, amused. Matteo, Guy's cousin worked at the Wild

Card, and he'd heard that they'd had a rift because he'd been seeing Matteo's girlfriend, Alice. That 

Matteo was done defending him in the streets, that he didn't want anything to do with him. Eugene had

assured him that Jamal and his crew would have his back if that happened. He'd been making decent

money selling bud from Mojo, and pills from Eugene, and had managed to get a decent studio 

apartment downtown. 

        He'd order a small taser, one of those prodding ones, online, and carried it in his backpack. He had

heard bad things about the Berardi's, what they'd done in the past to people who had messed with them.

Even if they weren't as strong as they were before they could still bite, he thought. Eugene had assured 

him, of course, that everything was ok. That as long as he was making money for him he had protection

from Jamal and his crew.

                'This was back in, '78, I think it was.' Steve began. Matteo groaned inwardly. They had gone

back to the house, after stashing the pills away, and Steve was going on with one of his stories, which

all seemed to take place between 1978 and 1981.

        'You see your uncle Paul, god rest his soul, my older brother, he was a stand up guy, but he wasn't

really involved in our thing. He started working in kitchens when he was 14 as a dishwasher, then when

he was 16 he got an opportunity to apprentice at a cooking school in Italy. 3 years later, he's a chef at

one of his the best restaurants in town, 2 years after that, he's the chef/ owner of the best fucking 

restaurant in town.'

               They were sitting on the couch in the living room, Matteo took a sip of his beer, his annoyance

with his uncles long winded story starting to show. Steve took a drink from his beer, 'Don't worry, I'm

getting to a point. Anyway all of this is to say that Paul he was never involved in Carmine's activities or

anything like that. He just worked, 12-14 hours days at that place. Come in at 10 in the morning leave,

10-11 at night, sometimes later. He'd jump in personally is the dishwasher was behind.'

    'So one night, it's really bad in there, the dishwasher calls out, they get slammed in the dinner rush,

500 covers so naturally, Paul stays with his lead cook and has to close down his line and the dishpit.

So he ends up getting out at like 3 in the fucking morning. And he's tired and these two black guys 

come up to him with switchblades start asking for his money, and because he's so tired and burnt out,

he might have a had a couple shots at the bar who knows, he tells them to fuck off, so they lay into him

good. Really cracked his skull open.'

            'So he's all fucked up but he manages to get himself to the hospital. He tells the people there he

go jumped, but when the cops come and ask him more details, what the guys looked like he says he

doesn't remember. Now Paul's not a street guy, like I said, but he also not a 'Talk to the cops',' guy either

so he just kind of stonewalls them.'

        He finished off his beer. 'So in the end he went to Carmine, who as it turned out knew the guys and

who their bosses were, they were in business with him selling cigarettes from down south. He had the

blacks take care of it themselves, which they did. I think you should forgive Gaetano. He does what

you tell him and I think he could be of use to us.'

        Matteo frowned, 'I don't know- 'Think about this,' Steve said raising a hand. 'Why didn't Alice tell 

Guy to fuck off when he first moved on her? I mean sure Guy is a sleaze for making the move but it 

takes two to tango my friend. As far as I'm concerned she's just as much at fault as him. Plus she ended 

up dumping him anyway.'

        'Maybe you're right.' Matteo got up. 'I know I am, he's family. I mean women come and go in life 

but family, that's what's important.' Steve replied.

        'I'm going to bed.' Matteo said headed toward the stairs.. 'Ok, good night I think I'm gonna grab

another beer.'

'So he got sentenced to 300 years, obviously it's not literal, it's one of those things they do to give the

maximum penalty. I still talk to him sometimes, and I try to go and visit him in there at least once a 

year.' Kyle explained. They'd finished their meal and they were in the parking lot of the Wild Card 

sports bar where they'd smoked a joint in Kyle's truck.

        'Damn, that's heavy.' Alice said, putting the roach of the joint in his ashtray. 'Yeah,' Kyle replied. 'I

was 19 when he went in there and it was really hard at the time. I was already involved in his business

a little before he went in but when he went up there I got more involved. I try to keep as low a profile

as possible, hence the day job, but recently I actually got an ace up my sleeve.'

            'Oh yeah?, and what's that?' Alice asked. He smiled, ' I don't think you have the clearance for

that information young woman.' He replied. 'I don't want to go home yet what do you want to do?'

He asked her.

        'I don't know, it's late.' Alice replied. Kyle's face lit up, 'I know! Do you want to see the 

goddesses?' He asked her.

    'Goddesses?' She replied. 'This strip club, the House of Venus. But its not like any of the other places

in town. The dancers are called goddesses, and the money they receive 'Offerings,' its like Disney world

but with naked women. They got great music too, classic rock, ZZ top, Don Henley, Eric Clapton stuff

like that.'

        'Sweet let's go.' She replied.

        Tomorrow night, Eddie thought, as he stood at the head of his driveway looking down through the

trees to the dirt road which led up to his house. It seemed to him the most likely time from what he'd

heard from the wiretap at Kyle's house. 

        He'd set up the road spikes exactly where a car would go coming up his drive. He already had

motion sensors and lights on the trees flanking his road, though he knew they wouldn't get that far

most likely.

            He'd been preparing himself, mentally and physically, waking up and doing 100 sit-ups, push

ups, and pulls ups every day that week. He'd practiced with his 30.06 rifle, he'd set up targets on the

road near where the spikes were and shot them from the front door of his house, in the dark, with the

lights on, over and over.

        After it was through, that was another journey. When he'd purchased the land from Alvin Butler,

Butler had told him about a sort of bunker, bomb shelter he had built, a couple miles out in the woods.

He explained to Eddie that he'd been worried about Y2k crash around '98, so he'd invested in a 

generator, as well as a years supply of canned food. Eddie had ended up paying extra for it, cash,

because he said no one knew about it. He didn't have much family or friends and he'd never told anyone

he knew.

        After he'd taken care of Kyle and his friends, and before he went into the woods, he knew just had

to tie up some loose ends in Warner. Anyone Kyle might have told, the kid that didn't want to go, then

to destroy and and all evidence at Kyle's apartment of the location of his house.

        Eddie walked back inside and out onto his back porch. As he watched the sun go down, he 

contemplated his next steps, just lay low for a while, get rid of the bodies, the car, any evidence they

were ever here. As if they just vanished.