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“You’re right. You know, he’s a very wealthy man,” I said, knowing good old Vic was most likely being booked in LA County jail as we spoke. “Do you know why?”
He went to get up, and I rose to match his movement. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to imply?”
“Have a seat, Mr. Hoover,” I said with a greedy smile. “I need your services, and I think you know exactly what that means.”
“I’m not sure.”
“I was married, you see. Well, I still am, unfortunately. That’s the problem.”
“And you need?” This time he was smart enough to stop himself.
I nodded, “I need her out of my life. She’s threatening to mop the floor with me and take everything. I cheated on her, and when your new bride walks in while you’re balls-deep in your secretary, she’ll stop at nothing to make you suffer monetarily. And I can’t have that.”
He grinned and raised his glass, “Can I have another?”
“Of course,” I said, grabbing the bourbon and filling this bastard’s glass.
“Thank you.” He nodded when I handed him the glass, and he took a sip, “What exactly do you want to be done?”
“Whatever you did to your wife’s car, I presume?”
He eyed me, and I was ready to get this part out and done with.
“Hmm,” he said, taking a drink. Strangely, he looked like he was thinking ten different things at once, and his expression darkened like he was pondering something. “I think that could be arranged. You need to be careful, though. This could haunt you.”
“The way it haunts you?” I asked.
His expression hardened. “Depends on if you love her or not.”
“I do love her, but I also love fucking, and I prefer to fuck whomever I want, whenever I want, be it my wife or someone else,” I said. The bigger the dirtbag I sounded like, the more he’d relate and keep talking.
“You’re a strange man; however, I don’t think you one-percenters are operating at the normal human level.”
“We’re not. That is extremely accurate. Some of us are ruled by our fortunes. Money is a hell of a lot better than love, though.”
“I will agree with that.”
“Is that why you had your wife murdered?” I asked.
“I took care of that bitch because she found out what I did for a living, and she had a big mouth,” he said. I felt his energy shift, and it wasn’t pleasant. “She would’ve pissed off many people and cost me a lot of money, and I didn’t need any more problems.”
“That’s interesting,” I said.
“How so?”
“Because the woman I want you to deal with is your daughter, Mr. Hoover,” I watched him, but he didn’t flinch. “She’s trying to take my money, and I can’t let that happen.”
He wasn’t surprised in the slightest by what I’d said. “You think I don’t know you’re involved with my kid? I make it my business to know what she’s up to, and I wouldn’t hesitate for a second to have that self-righteous cunt whacked.” His blood pressure must’ve doubled because he looked like he would explode, and I wanted to strangle him for saying what he did about Nat. “She’s just like her mother, and I didn’t have a problem killing that whore, so if you think I’ll hesitate to do what you ask, you’ve got the wrong guy. I don’t give a fuck.”
I had no idea what was keeping me in my seat. Maybe it was divine intervention because I’d never wanted to hurt someone as severely as I did now. But all I could do was look at the camera and hope the cops and Feds were coming in before I did something stupid.
He was fucking toast after this confession, and now that he’d incriminated himself, I needed to end this for Nat’s sake. He’d hurt her enough throughout her life. Hearing that he wouldn’t hesitate to murder her as he did her mother was a bridge too far, and I almost couldn’t believe he said it. I couldn’t believe anyone capable of such a thing.
My office doors burst open, and the cops and Feds came rushing in, hollering at Malcolm, dragging him to his feet, and cuffing him. They read his Miranda rights, and he looked as stunned as I’d ever seen anyone, piecing together what was happening. He was smart enough to say nothing, though, which was the biggest surprise.
He stood there, hands behind his back, flanked by two officers as I approached.
“That you are capable of murdering your child is something I cannot fathom,” I said while he stood there dead-eyed. “What you have done to your children is unforgivable, but they have persevered and will continue to do so now that they can close the book on you. Despite what she has endured at your hands, your daughter is the single-most wonderful, strong woman, and Shane is well on his road to recovery.”
