many?”
Ed frowned. “How many what?”
Narly and Mike looked at each
other. Narly looked back at Ed. “How many people do you need us to take
out? How many on the kill list?”
“Oh,” Ed said. The idea of a kill list? Were they serious? “Just one,” he said.
“Who?” Mike asked.
“A guy. A very rich and powerful guy. I heard you two took out the rich and
powerful before. That’s no turnoff to
you, right?”
“Why would that turn us off?” Narly
asked. “We’ll handle who we have to
handle to get paid.”
But Mike had more questions. “Who’s the target? How much are you paying up front? When do we get the rest?”
“Twenty grand up front,” Ed
said. “We meet back here for final
payment, for the other thirty grand. You
call me and say it’s done, we meet for payment. But only after I get unambiguous confirmation that the job is done.”
“Answer the rest of it, man,” Mike
said. “Who’s this guy you want us to take out? Who’s this guy to you?”
Ed didn’t want to go there, but he
knew he had no choice if he expected their help. “He’s my wife’s ex-husband, alright? He’s my stepdaughter’s father.”
Narly studied him. “Why would you want him dead?” Narly
asked. “He want his wife back?”
“Because I need money,” Ed said. “Big money. The kind of money even a doctor can’t make. With him out of the way, I’ll be sitting on a
goldmine.”
“A goldmine? The stepdaughter?” Narly asked.
“My stepdaughter,” Ed said with a
nod. “She’ll be under me and my wife’s
complete control. Her and all of those
millions her dead daddy will leave her.”
Narly looked at him
suspiciously. He didn’t know Ed like
that. Only through a friend of a friend
of a friend. But this reeked of more killings
to come if the wife wasn’t involved. “Your wife on board with this?” he asked Ed.
“Of course she’s not on board!” Ed
lashed out. “That’s the father of her
child. She’s still in love with the
joker! But that’s why this killing has
to be professional. That’s why I’m
willing to pay top dollar. You’ve got to
make it look like an accident unquestioned.”
But the more Ed talked, the less
comfortable Mike was getting. The fact
that the wife wasn’t onboard was a problem. “Who is he?” Mike asked. “Who’s
the bullseye?”
Ed was told that these two men were
tough enough. He was relying on their toughness
now. “Tommy Gabrini,” he said.
As soon as that name was spoken, the
expression on both men’s faces changed. Narly even more so than Mike. “ Tommy Gabrini ?” he asked. “Are you out of your fucking mind? You want us to take out Tommy Gabrini ?”
Ed was disappointed. “What’s the big damn deal?” he asked. “It’ll be the easiest fifty grand you ever
made. He won’t know what hit him!”
“But we’ll know what hit us!” Mike
fumed. “Are you fucking serious? He’s Tommy Gabrini! He’s Sal Gabrini’s brother! He’s Reno Gabrini’s cousin! He’s Mick the Tick’s nephew for crying out
loud! Do you know who Mick the Tick is? Do you know what that man is capable of? Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Mike began
walking away.
“What are you afraid of?” Ed asked,
panicking now. “They’ll never know it
was you!”
But Mike was already heading back
toward the Jeep. “I’m out,” he said.
Ed looked at Narly. He was his last hope. “I heard you had the grit I need,” he
said. “Or are you a yellow belly like
your partner?”
“When it comes to the Gabrinis? I’m a yellow belly,” Narly said without an
ounce of pride, and began leaving too. He loved money, but he loved living more.
But Ed knew he couldn’t let them just
leave. They knew the plan now. What would stop them from taking that
information to the