Chapter 9: Special Delivery
Chapter 9: Special Delivery
"Clean this up," I told Elias, stepping over the bodies. "I want the mess gone, but keep their tactical radios and weapons. We are going to send Grant a message."
By dawn, the bodies were dissolved and disposed of in an industrial incinerator Elias had access to across town. We packed the mercenaries' bloodied tactical vests, shattered rifles, and a single, pristine apple cobbler into a wooden shipping crate.
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I wrote a note on a plain white card and laid it on top of the pie: Your 72 hours are ticking, Grant. And you just wasted 24 of them.
Arthur arranged for a discreet courier to deliver the heavy wooden crate directly to the Holloway estate in Lake Forest. I could only imagine Margaret's face when she opened it, expecting an apology and finding the shredded armor of her dead hit squad.
