Page 47 of His Road Dog

He put the pistol to Hamilton's forehead and pulled the trigger. The noise, even suppressed, reverberated in the garage. Standing up, he put the gun at the back of Jones's head and shot him.

Tied together, both men toppled to the side. Dead.

He walked over to the rollaway and grabbed a towel. Unscrewing the silencer from the pistol, he handed it over to Curley and pocketed the gun.

Nicole was at his house with only one man looking after her. Until he found out how many men worked for Corveck, he wasn't going to let her out of his sight.

"How are you doing, Slick?" he asked.

"Fine, Prez." Slick tossed the blood-soaked towel in the garbage can. "I'll live."

"Good." He turned to the others, knowing they'd make sure the younger member got the support he needed to make sure he handled tonight's activities and came out stronger. "Someone call Wyatt to clean up and have Jerry bring the tow truck. Bury them deep."

"On it." Rick opened up a blue tarp. "Let's go. The day will be breaking soon."

Priest walked out of the garage and hopped on his Harley, knowing Tarkio would protect those involved tonight and hide the crime as if it never happened.

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