A Just Rage
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I exhaled and pulled the trigger smoothly. The explosion made a funny noise through the protective ear covers.
I crashed through the brush. Vines of ivy scratched at my face. I hacked with my arms at dead leaves, spiderwebs, and weeds.
A bloody patch covered his knee, more blood seeped from his shoulder and his neck, and a huge pool glistened on his chest.
As they walked into the light, I observed them from above, hidden behind the trunk of a tree. I had seen the man before—talking to Rico Carrillo—the week before Neil was murdered.
Rico was connected to the cartels.
At nine fifty p.m., I crouched on the rooftop deck of the office parking garage. From head to toe I was dressed in black.
From the car I cut straight through the trees. Halfway in an owl hooted at me. I peeked around a tree and saw a wood cabin.
Once inside the boathouse, I hoisted the dry bag onto the decking and pulled myself out of the water.
I met Rico the next day at the Hula Hut on Lake Austin.
He munched on chips between tastes of the margarita. A group of twenty-somethings sat next to us. A pretty girl laughed; her voice started high and undulated down a full octave.
Rico smiled again. “Those kids sure know how to have fun.”