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Lamont returned to the search results on the local news website and, teeth grinding, clicked the next headline. Two men killed in attempted abduction. The two men had broken into the home of local restaurant owner Patience Hebert. Both men were found dead upon arrival of the police.
Jackass’s men had fucked up royally.
I would have liked to have rubbed it in his ugly face. Too late for that now.
It seemed no one—at least in the news—had made the connection between the two break-ins. Margaret Sutton—Hebert had called her Molly—was the link between the two, but it didn’t look like the media was aware of that.
Not yet, anyway.
The cops had to know. They were just keeping it close to their vests for now.
On the bright side, they’d be investigating Jackass’s connection to those break-ins and the five dead bodies. Jackass had tasked the kidnappers, so the deaths would connect back to him somehow. Even if Tobin had assigned them, it still pointed back to Jackass.
Leaving me completely out of it.
Hell, if Broussard and his group knew about Nadia Hall, they might even think that Jackass did it. There was no one to refute it.
Except for Xavier Morrow, but who’d even believe him? Kid couldn’t have been older than five that night during Katrina.
Five-year-olds were notoriously poor eyewitnesses.
Except for the fact that Xavier Morrow had seen his scar. Jackass had never had a scar.
Dammit.
Xavier Morrow still had to die. And he would.
At least no one can connect me to Jackass’s death.He’d tossed the burner that he’d used to communicate with the cop. It now lay at the bottom of the Mississippi. Luckily, he’d owned several, using separate phones for various contacts. He now had a fresh new untraceable phone in his pocket. There was no other evidence connecting them, right?
Right.
Except for... “Ashley,” he muttered. Once her body was identified—and it would be, because he hadn’t destroyed her face when he’d made her smaller—they’d wonder why Jackass had been found near Ashley’s remains. They’d wonder how she and Jackass connected.
But Jackass and Ashley didn’t connect.
Ashley could only be connected to me.
By Joelle, who had incriminating video.
Goddammit.
Joelle needed to be dealt with. Maybe he could take the surveillance video from her. But she’d said she’d sent a copy to her attorney.
Dammit.Killing her now would be too obvious. Lamont closed his eyes, trying to get a handle on exactly what he needed to do. The goal was ever-shifting. He needed to find a way to silence Joelle without triggering suspicion.
It was ironic, really. Joelle would be so happy right now. She’d hated Ashley and—
Oh. Oh.His eyes flew open as he abruptly sat up straight. “Oh,” he whispered aloud, because the perfect solution had just crossed his mind. What if he could do away with Joelle and deflect attention away from his involvement with Ashley all at once?
Joelle had hated Ashley. Hated her with a passion.
Hated her enough to kill her herself.
But was depressed enough afterward to take her own life. Poor Joelle.
Lamont wanted to make it hurt, but if he staged her suicide, it would be by pills. Joelle didn’t have the guts to shoot herself in the head like Rocky had.
Or like his first wife had. Lucille had been an avid hunter. She’d known her way around guns. Joelle wouldn’t know the first thing about firing one.
