“Well, tough shit. Tristan’s got a soft spot for her. Or a hard spot,” Creed remarks with his brow raised at me. “So, apparently, we have to help him. Wouldn’t you want our help if Stella killed someone?”
“My wife didn’t need anyone’s help covering up a murder. And Stella’s my wife. This…woman is nothing to me.” Every time Dre pauses, I know he wants to call Kirsten a bitch or cunt but thinks better of it.
“Just help me get the body out, and you can go,” I snap.
“Not until we get the security camera feed down,” Creed adds. “I’m not touching a dead man if there’s going to be evidence of it. But I did bring the big SUV, so there’s plenty of room for him in the cargo hold.” Rubbing his chin with his leather gloves already on, he asks, “Any chance the building has a giant trash chute?”
“No. We’re not sending him down a trash chute!” I tell him, shitting on his new favorite means of body removal thanks to his wife, Zara.
“You…you’ve done that before?” Kirsten asks Creed before shaking her head. “Never mind. I don’t want to know. I… appreciate your help tonight, even though I know I don’t deserve it.”
“Hell no, you don’t,” Dre grumbles.
“I thought your wife made you less of an asshole,” I tell him.
“I am less of an asshole because of my wife, just not when I’m woken up in the middle of the night to help the enemy.”
“Kirsten’s not the enemy,” I remind him. “She was just doing her job when she charged us. It was nothing personal.”
“She campaigned on locking up all the mobsters in the city!” Creed exclaims.
“Yes, well, she dropped the charges, didn’t she?”
“Only after you got photos of her naked or whatever.”
“You told them?” Kirsten exclaims.
“Damn. She is pissed,” Dre remarks with a smirk. “Whatever you did to blackmail her must have been hardcore.”
“I didn’t show them the videos,” I assure her.
“You were supposed to delete the videos and leave me alone!” she huffs.
“Did you delete the videos?” I ask, and she lowers her eyes while losing some of the anger in them.
“Well, at least it doesn’t appear to be one-sided,” Creed mutters before turning to Kirsten. “Where’s the security office for the building?
She shakes her head. “I don’t know.”
“Great. Well, Dre and I will go find it and take out the equipment while you two…glare at each other longingly,” he says before he turns to leave with Dre.
“This night just gets better and better.” Kirsten’s eyes are still on the door even after they’re gone.
“Hey, it could be worse,” I tell her. “At least your balls aren’t still throbbing from getting kneed.”
The corner of her lips lift in a grin at the reminder.
“And if I had still been following you, then maybe none of this would’ve happened.”
“Right, you would’ve somehow known that the random man coming into the building was intending to visit and kill me?” Kirsten asks with an arched blonde eyebrow.
“Maybe. At least I could’ve been here sooner,” I remark, and she can’t argue with that.
18
Kirsten
The three criminals work together removing the body, cleaning every inch of the floors, walls, and even the beer bottle mess in the living room. Probably because they have so much experience covering up murders. Not that I can complain or judge them now that they’re using those skills to help me.
