“What risks are we taking
that we haven’t faced before?” Bryant’s voice rose in anger as he glared at his
father.
“To begin with you won’t be
disposing of the body in some out of the way spot like the lakes you’re so fond
of. You will be leaving it in a very public venue.”
Crispin banged his hand down
on the desk to get their attention. “We could still leave it somewhere hidden
and then let the proper people know where to find it.”
“No,” Bryant countered. “I
like the idea of putting it right on the front steps of the cell phone company.
It reinforces exactly what we’re trying to get across.”
“You do realize that you
will have to do more than one so that people understand it was not a random
killing; that the killer wasn’t just angry at her per se and using that as a
cover-up for murdering her.”
Bryant smiled wickedly at
his father. “And that would be a problem why?”
“I agree, I see no problem
at all,” Crispin said, feeling the adrenalin start to pump at the very idea
that they seemed to be accepting his idea.
Gerard sighed to himself.
They were, he realized, out of his control. Not that they hadn’t been for
some time now. They had begun just as they had been taught, with simple
killings to eliminate a particularly obnoxious person. Then Bryant had
discovered the ‘joy’ of inflicting pain on a victim first, something that
neither he nor Crispin had done anything to stop. Crispin seemed to find it
fascinating to watch and Gerard had to admit that at times the punishment fit
the crime.
“Do as you will,” Gerard
said at last. “Just remember you are not to bring disgrace to the Hill name.”
He smiled a bit. “Your aunt would spend the rest of her life on her knees in
church praying for our souls.”
Crispin chuckled. “A waste
of time and energy as I doubt we have souls any more.”
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