Dimly, I hear the crash of Levi landing in the street below. A car alarm blares. I imagine his twisted, broken body crushing the vehicle’s roof like a soda can.
“He was your rat,” I say quietly. “What choice did he have? You’re a fool, Dujar. You know the police are going to be here soon, don’t you? Corpses falling from the sky won’t go unnoticed, you stupid fuck.”
He just smiles and walks back around the bar. “But I have thought of everything, my friend. Soon, it will all make sense. Just you wait and see.”
“Just wait, Angelo,” Giraldo adds. “And you should probably get comfortable with the idea that you’re going to have to cooperate with us. It will make things easier all around.”
I snort derisively, but there’s a look in both the men’s eyes I don’t like at all.
As if they know some
