It was well after nine when Kegan buried the plastic bag with its bloody contents in a Dumpster at a construction site, several blocks from the hotel.
His next stop was the alley where the shoot-out had occurred. Both bodies were gone, with no evidence that the police had been there. Meaning Hardy sent his cleaners to deal with them. He’d figured that would happen, but wanted to make certain. The last thing any of them needed, on either side, was having the cops involved.
He left the alley as cautiously as he’d entered. The side street was dark, the only light coming from the windows of closed shops and streetlamps on the corners of the block. He crossed to the next alley and saw what he needed halfway down—a homeless man digging through a trash bin, putting the items he found into a sho
