decision to do Kirk Jensen’s dirty work. It was, Kane thought, the only smart thing that MacGee had ever done and it meant, in essence, that Jensen did all the thinking and the Angels just did what he said. Jensen was the brains; Trigger and his boys were the muscle. Win-win, all around.
This Gabriela Torres disaster was a perfect example of what happened every time Trigger MacGee was expected to think, plan, lead. Naturally it was a complete clusterfuck and Kane would have taken bets on things ending up this way. The Torres bitch was probably in one of the King’s Men safe houses being guarded by enough ammo to take down a small country, all those Curves fuckers were on full alert, King was involved (which was always bad fucking news), Warren was a hostage, Don and Lizard were major liabilities.
Yep, Trigger’s in charge, for sure.
“Right.” Kane fought back his sneer at Trigger’s dumb-assery. “So, what? When King comes looking to negotiate, we act like we give a shit about getting Warren back?”
“Yeah,” Trigger said. “Make him think that he’s got something to bargain with. He’ll offer to trade your cousin for something – I’m guessing that bitch’s safety – and we’ll agree.”
“And the minute we get Warren back, all bets are off?”
“Yeah.” Trigger shrugged, his blue eyes dead and expressionless. “We let things cool off for a few days, make ‘em think that we’re going along with the agreement… then we get rid of Torres.”
“But why?” Ace said, this part of the plan still beyond him. “I mean, forget Warren, OK? But if the Torres bitch agrees to shut the fuck up, then why not let it all go? The second we kill her, King’s gonna be down on us like a ton of bricks and that’s not nice to think about.”
Trigger stared at his VP in disgust. “Because I don’t negotiate or do deals, fuckhead, and I don’t want to get a rep for doing it, not even once. Also? I don’t believe that she’ll never talk, OK? It may not be this year or in the next ten years – but she will talk one day. All bitches do, they can’t help it and I ain’t waiting around for that to happen. And finally? So what if they know who killed the cunt? Who cares if King gets all pissy about it and starts to watch us more carefully? Every fucking cop in the state and King’s Men already watch us like hawks. How would it be any different to what we have now?”
“It’d be personal,” Kane pointed out. “That always makes people act different, for damn sure.”
“Maybe.” Trigger shrugged. “But even if he’s ready to kill us, Kingston won’t… that ain’t his style ‘cause the man’s a fucking pussy. And anyway, it’s all about what he and the cops can actually prove , yeah? It’s always about that, remember. I don’t care what the hell they think we’ve done – or even what they know we’ve done. For those assholes, it’s always about what they can prove in court that we’ve done. If Torres’ body never shows up, what will they have on us that can stand up in front of a judge and jury?”
Kane had to reluctantly admit that Trigger was making sense. Surely hell had just turned in to a goddamn skating rink and he fought the urge to look out the window to see if pigs were flying on past.
“OK, yeah,” Kane said. “So how do we make sure they can’t get us on strong circumstantial evidence? Seeing as we’re the most obvious suspects and all.”
“We take a week or so, organize a plan.” Trigger narrowed his eyes. “We’ll make sure that every single Fallen Angel has an alibi and I don’t mean each other – I mean video.”
Ace paused. “Video?”
“Yeah.” Trigger looked smug. “I been thinking about putting security cams on the clubhouse doors and the guy’ll come tomorrow to install them. Then we’ll plan a party – a big one. Make sure we’re all filmed coming in and not leaving. And surprise, surprise, Torres will end up dead while the party’s going
This Gabriela Torres disaster was a perfect example of what happened every time Trigger MacGee was expected to think, plan, lead. Naturally it was a complete clusterfuck and Kane would have taken bets on things ending up this way. The Torres bitch was probably in one of the King’s Men safe houses being guarded by enough ammo to take down a small country, all those Curves fuckers were on full alert, King was involved (which was always bad fucking news), Warren was a hostage, Don and Lizard were major liabilities.
Yep, Trigger’s in charge, for sure.
“Right.” Kane fought back his sneer at Trigger’s dumb-assery. “So, what? When King comes looking to negotiate, we act like we give a shit about getting Warren back?”
“Yeah,” Trigger said. “Make him think that he’s got something to bargain with. He’ll offer to trade your cousin for something – I’m guessing that bitch’s safety – and we’ll agree.”
“And the minute we get Warren back, all bets are off?”
“Yeah.” Trigger shrugged, his blue eyes dead and expressionless. “We let things cool off for a few days, make ‘em think that we’re going along with the agreement… then we get rid of Torres.”
“But why?” Ace said, this part of the plan still beyond him. “I mean, forget Warren, OK? But if the Torres bitch agrees to shut the fuck up, then why not let it all go? The second we kill her, King’s gonna be down on us like a ton of bricks and that’s not nice to think about.”
Trigger stared at his VP in disgust. “Because I don’t negotiate or do deals, fuckhead, and I don’t want to get a rep for doing it, not even once. Also? I don’t believe that she’ll never talk, OK? It may not be this year or in the next ten years – but she will talk one day. All bitches do, they can’t help it and I ain’t waiting around for that to happen. And finally? So what if they know who killed the cunt? Who cares if King gets all pissy about it and starts to watch us more carefully? Every fucking cop in the state and King’s Men already watch us like hawks. How would it be any different to what we have now?”
“It’d be personal,” Kane pointed out. “That always makes people act different, for damn sure.”
“Maybe.” Trigger shrugged. “But even if he’s ready to kill us, Kingston won’t… that ain’t his style ‘cause the man’s a fucking pussy. And anyway, it’s all about what he and the cops can actually prove , yeah? It’s always about that, remember. I don’t care what the hell they think we’ve done – or even what they know we’ve done. For those assholes, it’s always about what they can prove in court that we’ve done. If Torres’ body never shows up, what will they have on us that can stand up in front of a judge and jury?”
Kane had to reluctantly admit that Trigger was making sense. Surely hell had just turned in to a goddamn skating rink and he fought the urge to look out the window to see if pigs were flying on past.
“OK, yeah,” Kane said. “So how do we make sure they can’t get us on strong circumstantial evidence? Seeing as we’re the most obvious suspects and all.”
“We take a week or so, organize a plan.” Trigger narrowed his eyes. “We’ll make sure that every single Fallen Angel has an alibi and I don’t mean each other – I mean video.”
Ace paused. “Video?”
“Yeah.” Trigger looked smug. “I been thinking about putting security cams on the clubhouse doors and the guy’ll come tomorrow to install them. Then we’ll plan a party – a big one. Make sure we’re all filmed coming in and not leaving. And surprise, surprise, Torres will end up dead while the party’s going
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