Page 6 of Lips On My World


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When the fast-drying cement has cured, we hoist Luca’s body over the side of the cliff into the deepest part of the quarry. His body hits the water with a loudsplash, sinking into oblivion.

With everything removed that might contain evidence, we sterilize the inside of the van with bleach to denature any DNA which could have remained from Luca rolling around in the back.

The gloves and clothes come off and are bagged to be burned later. We rinse using one of the five-gallon tanks of water we brought to mix the cement.

Dressed in fresh clothes, I use my burner to dial the number of another across the Atlantic.

Atlas’s deep baritone voice greets me. “Yes?”

“It’s done.”

“Wrapped up nice and neat?”

“With a fucking bow.”

His rumbling chuckle is the approval I enjoy hearing from Prez. “Get back home.”

“I plan on it, but I wanted to tell you, we have a lead and I think you’ll be pleased.”

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