The Cunning (Book 1/2)

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Jase drove in silence, heading away from the bridge where they’d disposed of the body. They had tied sandbags around him to ensure he’d stayed down as slitting his gut open would be too much of a messy job. Once they heard the splash as he hit the water, they got back into the car. And Jase drove until they were down a dark lane void of any other traffic. It was always wise to sit somewhere after dumping a body. Just in case they were being followed, at least then they wouldn’t lead them straight to the house if a chase were to ensue.

“This is going too far, Jase,” Sam said, breaking the silence. Jase was staring out of the window, slouching in the driver’s seat.

“At which point did you start thinking that?” He replied lazily.

“Killing Peter is one thing, but letting her kill someone and then dumping the body?” Jase looked at him like he was an idiot.

“Well what the fuck was I supposed to do? Call the police?” Sam rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean and you know how it looks. Mitch is already using her against you, every time you let her get away with something, it encourages that.” Jase was annoyed at Madison, of course he was. Every person that got killed that was tied to him was another thing looming over his head that he could get caught for and right now, he didn’t need the stress. But what Madison had done to Charlie was justified, if it was how it had looked. He recalled the joggers on the floor and his belt being undone.

“Then what do you suggest I do?” He watched the smoke from his cigarette wisp up towards the felt ceiling and split when it hit the roof.

“That’s your call. I can’t tell you how to run the business but so long as you openly treat her differently, we’re all at risk.” Jase rolled his window down just enough to flick his cigarette out.

Madison was plaiting her hair in front of the mirror when he got back. She wasn’t absent or sad anymore, she looked kind of annoyed. Which was unpredictable at best, mildly tilted was hardly a common reaction from someone that had just shredded someone with a switchblade. Jase pursed his lips, trying to find the words to use but nothing sprang to mind. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, sighing.

“What are you choking on?” she asked.

“You can’t just go around killing people, Madison,” he said. She scoffed.

“Like you do?”

“That’s different.”

“Is it?” She stood up, crawling onto the bed and laying down on her back, reaching over and picking up the book he’d brought her.

“Yes, because it’s part of my job and I know what I’m doing, I can’t have you committing messy murders out of anger, especially with that many people in the house and with everything that is going on at the moment.”

“I cleaned up, didn’t I?” He looked around. There were very few traces of the blood. She’d scrubbed at the carpet until there were just a few pink splashes faintly left behind. Everything else was as it had been beforehand, even the bedsheets had been removed and changed.

“That’s not the point. If I have you taking things into your own hands, it makes it look like I’m losing control, I can’t have that.” Madison rolled her eyes, closing the book as she sat up.

“You look weak, Jase. That’s the real issue here and everyone can see it.” He clenched his teeth. It seemed Madison had grown a set of balls now that she’d offed someone.

“If you’ve got something to say, then say it.” She had plenty to say, she just wasn’t sure he was ready to hear it.

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