CHAPTER NINE
“What do we do now?” asked June staring across the table at Theo.
“I don’t know. I don’t know who the fuck these guys are but that agreement is air tight. The farmers can’t sell without their express approval and all negotiations go through them.”
“So. So we negotiate with their lawyers. What’s the big deal?” she shrugged.
“The big deal is these people are not just regular lawyers. They were using language that our lawyers didn’t even understand and had to fucking look up!”
“Shh,” she said looking around the diner to be sure others weren’t looking their way. Of course, they were. This was a quiet town and everyone knew exactly who they were.
“Look, I don’t know who they are but their lawyers at least, are better than ours. We can’t touch those fucking farms.”
“Then we move on,” she said.
“We can’t. You know we can’t,” he said shaking his head. “We have to fix our mistake or we’re going to be eating that dirt ourselves.”
“I wasn’t the one that thought it was a good idea to bury them in corn fields,” she whispered.
“No, you were the one that convinced that idiot to cremate them all and had a barrel full of ashes,” he growled. “If those people in Iowa figure out what they found here, we’re in trouble.”
“I didn’t know that clothing fibers could still be found,” she said looking out the window.
“It doesn’t matter. We made the mistake and if we don’t fix it, we’re dead.”
“We were just kids and so was he,” she said shaking her head. “It was our first big job for him. I didn’t know about all those things back then. It’s different now. Why don’t we just set it all on fire?”
“Are you fucking with me right now? A fire will burn the surface. It won’t go anywhere near the depths that we need to get. We have to have the land so that we can completely dig in and get rid of the evidence,” he said staring at her.
“Where are they on finding Nic?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said shaking his head. “I can’t believe he fucking turned on us. He was part of this from the beginning. I have no clue what the fuck he’s thinking. If Santori finds him, he’s a dead man.”
“We have another potential case we’re meeting with this morning,” said Gator walking into the office with Ham.
“How are the boys doing up in Nebraska?” he asked.
“They’re uncovering some pretty strange things but we’re working toward a resolution now.”
“What’s this request?” asked Ham.
“Protection but I have no clue from what or who. This one was found in an alleyway in New Orleans. Henri at the Crescent found him and asked if he needed a shelter. I guess the guy was pretty beaten up and scared. Henri fed him, like Henri does, and gave him some clothes and a shower.
“He finally opened up to him and said he was being chased and would die if he didn’t find someone that could help him.”
“Well, let’s see if we can help him.”