Chapter 164 - Time to Play

MERRICK

“How long has this....” I snap my fingers, “What’s his name? Will? How long has he been working for us?”

“A little over two months. I vetted the guy myself, Merk.” Knox responds, “He had just moved to the area, and all of his references checked out.”

“So, he’s either really good at fooling us, or my parents have gotten to him since he started working for us.” Jory states.

“It may very well be the latter,” I say, “Knox always does a superb job in vetting our employees.”

“I’ll kill the bastard!” Jory cracks his knuckles.

“Whoa, we are not the Mafia; we can’t just off people, Jor!” I chuckle.

“He’s right, Jory,” Knox sighs, “Between the Moretti’s and Sandra, we can’t....”

I cut him off before he finishes his sentence, putting my finger to my lips and then pointing to my ear before moving it around. There may very well be bugs planted, and I’d rather not incriminate us. It's been unspoken, but we all know who is behind the late model's suicide.

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