CHAPTER 8
Carl
"I don't care if she's innocent; she's a loose end. We can't go dark with her hanging around." Dale is pointing a shotgun at my wife, Elaine, as she cowers away against the hotel room wall.
"Carl, what is going on? Has Dale lost his mind?" Elaine's voice shudders with horror. I don't know yet that it's the last thing she'll ever say to me.
"Yeah, if he thinks he can get away with pointing a g*n at my wife." The rage wells up in me like magma, smothering my reason. "Knock it the f**k off, Dale! We've already divided our money. She's going dark with me—well away from you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Big, blond Cassidy is five years younger than his lanky, narrow-faced cousin as well as twice his mass. "We're a team! You can't just split us up!"
"Yeah," Dal
