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Kyle presses the gun in deeper as Don Vieri spits, “When Mario and Carlos were removed, you carried on. You saw a way to deal with a problem you had. You discovered your father had another family. Two siblings who were named alongside you in his will.”
Jefferson says nothing and hangs his head, as if he can’t process what’s happening.
“You discovered this by bribing a corrupt lawyer who had access to the files. You were enraged and decided to use one of your indiscretions to frame the man who stood in the way of your inheritance, and you got two for the price of one. Your own half-sister became another one of your victims when you blackmailed her.”
I am so close to dealing with this fucker myself, but I know my grandfather will have a well-deserved ending planned for him and I stare at him with an enigmatic expression that disguises the blood lust in my heart.
Don Vieri hisses, “You paid a low-life criminal to do your dirty work, telling him to keep the money and use the woman, hoping she would end up dead.”
“I never–” He attempts to defend himself and Kyle strikes him hard across the head with the gun and growls, “Shut the fuck up when Don Vieri is speaking.”
Jefferson shivers uncontrollably as my grandfather fixes him with an angry glare and hisses, “I instructed my grandsons to deal with this. Shade was to deal with your father, and Killian had the delight of dealing with you.”
Kill says darkly, “Gina was working for me.”
Jefferson’s head snaps up, and he shakes his head wildly. “She loves me, she told me.”
We all laugh at the pathetic expression on his face as Killian says with a shake of his head. “She despises you. She begged me to speed things up so she could leave. You disgusted her.”
“No!”
Jefferson is in denial and says almost to himself, “She loves me. I am everything to her. She told me.”
Killian laughs darkly. “The night of Heather Sutherland’s death, you returned home, and Gina was sleeping. What you don’t know is that while you were in the shower, she was gathering evidence and sending it to me. Your shirt had blood on it, and she hid it to preserve the evidence. You see, I instructed her to look for anything we could use against you. It turns out the shirt had the blood of Heather Sutherland smeared across it and she can swear an oath that you were missing at the time of the murder.”
Jefferson shakes his head in obvious distress. “It wasn’t like that.”
My grandfather leans forward. “Then tell us what it was like.”
“I found her.” He says pathetically. “I was driving home, and I saw a body by the side of the road. I stopped and, as I bent down, my shirt brushed against her. I swear I didn’t kill her.”
“Then explain why you had a fake license plate attached to your car when you picked her up while she walked from the hotel after sleeping with Rafferty Powell. Explain how she was found with your hair under her fingernails and your semen in her body. Tell us how an eyewitness saw you pull her into your car against her will and explain why your car with the fake plates was seen leaving a lock up a few hours before her body was found.”
Jefferson stares in horror at my grandfather as the odds stack against him and my grandfather taps his cigar on the desk and hisses, “Can you explain that Jefferson?”
He says nothing and my grandfather reaches into his pocket and pulls out a series of photographs that he drops on the desk before a disbelieving serial killer.
They are taken from inside his lockup. It resembles a church with an altar in the middle. It has stone walls and a stone floor, restraints anchoring the victim to the hard surface of the altar. There are candles set around it and various tools attached to the walls. It resembles a freaking sacrificial chamber and I feel sick knowing what he did there.
“Show them in.” My grandfather leans back in his chair and Jefferson jumps as the room is filled with cops and one steps forward and says, “Jefferson Stevenson. I am arresting you for the murder of Heather Sutherland. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.”
He nods to another cop, who steps forward and cuffs him as Kyle lowers his gun and the cop says wearily, “We can take this from here.”
He nods with respect to my grandfather and smiles. “It’s good to see you again, sir. I hope you and your lovely wife are keeping well.”
“Couldn’t be better, detective.”
My grandfather grins and the detective nods. “You can safely leave this with us, sir.”
He turns and acknowledges the rest of us. “Enjoy your evening.”
As they leave, I feel a sense of loss. What I wouldn’t have given to finish the bastard off myself and Killian places his hand on my shoulder and says in a low voice, “It had to be done. Total humiliation and no comeback. We must be within the law to hold on to our power. It’s the only way.”
My grandfather stands and says wearily, “It’s done. Another problem solved, as another takes its place.”
I stare at my brother, who says to the men still in the room with us, “We need a minute.”
As they leave, I hate the feeling that this isn’t over and as the door closes, my grandfather shakes his head and points to the chairs before the desk.
