“Think about it for a minute. His story does track with the crime scene. There was evidence of a fight taking place. He said that Sterling and Barnes were there,” Kirk said.
“Sounds like some macho shit.”
“Yeah, a good old fashion dual over a woman. Barnes was Sterling’s second and—”
“That means that Money Marv was RJ’s second.”
“Exactly and that makes Money Marv the only witness. You think he’s gonna flip on RJ?”
“Nope. So we’re going to remember it and wait until it becomes useful.”
“But, I am going to mention it to them,” Kirk paused. “Just to put something on their minds.”
Chapter Twenty-eight
“I need to know where the bitch is at and the best way to hit her?” Rain said the second Carla let her in. As far as she was concerned, the war was over, and now it was time for Rona to die.
“I got you, sunshine,” Carla said, hurrying back to her console with Rain and Carter following closely behind. “But there’s something I need to tell you.”
“You can tell me whatever you want, right after you tell me how, when, and where to kill that bitch,” Rain said, and Carla laughed but she knew that she was serious. She sat down and a few clicks later, she said, “She’s in her apartment at the Baccarat Hotel.”
“How many people are with her?”
“I can’t tell from this distance,” Carla said.
“Pack up, we’re going to kill that bitch tonight,” Rain said as she turned around and headed toward the door.
As Carla grabbed a tablet and the keys to the van, Carter walked up to her.
“What did you want to tell her?”
“I know why Rona King has a death wish.”
Carter chuckled a little because he hadn’t thought of it that way. “Why?”
“She might be dying, Carter,” Carla said and told him what she had found in Rona’s medical records. He thought about what to do for a few seconds.
“Don’t tell her.”
“You sure.”
“Yeah,” he said and followed Carla out. “Let the girl have her fun. No fun killing somebody who’s already gonna die. I’ll tell her after she kills her.”
When they got to the elevator, Rain was there waiting and holding it open for them. After chastising them for taking so long the entire way down and into the street, they got in the van and headed to Rona’s apartment. Once Carla was set up, she had a display of Rona’s unit on the screen and she told Rain that there was only one heat signature in the apartment.
“You in control of their security?” Rain asked.
“Did you want me to be?” Carla asked, not knowing what the plan was. She had never seen Rain like this.
Rain nodded. “If you don’t mind?”
Carla looked at Carter and she pointed at Rain.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked, because he had never seen her this way either.
He had heard, mostly from Wanda, stories of the days when Rain allowed her more violent impulses to determine her actions. He’d only seen flashes of it. But this was personal for Rain.
“I was thinking about going in there, walking through the lobby, taking the elevator up to her floor, ringing her doorbell and putting two in her head the second she opens the door.”