Merrick

DANTE ALIGHIERI.

(AUTHOR OF, THE DIVINE COMEDY.)

The large man was seriously pissed. Jesus H. Christ, had he to cover every angle, every

damn hole himself?

Rang the psycho, and his fingers jabbing the cell with anger.

Heard

‘Hello?’

Jesus, the guy sounded normal, he launched

‘You’ve really fucked up, shut the fuck up, we’re going to give them the other guy.’

He heard the astonishment

‘What other guy?’

‘The investigation by those two freaking amateurs turned up two probable, LISTEN,

don’t interrupt unless you want to spend the next forty years on Rikers, whatever piece

you used on Merrick, I need it, they’ll pull the slug out of his miserable hide and I want it

to match the gun they find on our guy. So you keep real low, don’t do anything without

consulting me and maybe, I can make this go away, they’ll have their prep and we can go

back to business as usual, yeah, and oh, I’ll need paying, cover up isn’t cheap so bring a

serious wedge with the gun.’

He cut the connection.

If………..big if………….he could manage this, and the dust settled, he’d go one final

payment with the shithead, promise him, twin boys or such, then put the bastard in The

East River, let him be with his boys

Permanently.