Page 67 of Retribution (Vengeance 3)
“Mummy! This is going to be the best Christmas ever!”
I smile and sit back to watch the film. Maybe Nix is right, I’ll certainly try my hardest to make it the best Christmas ever for her.
Guys’ Chat
Rebel: Have you all seen the news?
Thorn: Yeah, it’s mental isn’t it? Like someone’s targeting West Prep alumni.
Rebel: Are you fucking stupid?
Thorn: What? What did I miss?
Rebel: We have something to do with this, don’t we?
Thorn: What do you mean ‘we’?
Jax: Baxter, do you want to tell them?
Baxter: No.
Thorn: Tell us what? What’s going on?
Jax: Baxter had Tilly taken care of.
Thorn: Holy shit! Is she dead too?
Rebel: What do you mean ‘too’? Who else is dead? Why does no one tell us anything?
Thorn: Well, I don’t know, but I’m assuming they ‘took care of’ Charlie too.
Rebel: Oh. Good. Fucking cunt deserved it.
Jax: Charlie and Tilly are both alive. Right, Baxter?
Baxter: Sort of…
Jax: What the hell? Explain.
Baxter: When Ace and I left him, Charlie was alive. But the clean-up crew ran into some difficulties apparently. Ace gave zero fucks about spreading his DNA all over the place, so they had to have an accident which resulted in a fire.
Rebel: Why wasn’t that on the news?
Jax: Because it’s a piece of shit poor area, where crap like that happens all the time.
Jax: Right, so Charlie’s dead. Nothing to be done about that now. What about Tilly?
Thorn: Hold on. He might have been staying in a shithole, but Charlie came from money. Why the fuck hasn’t his family kicked up a stink about this?
Baxter: Because they know their son was a fucking monster and would rather keep that quiet. The university transcripts say he transferred out to study abroad. I’m sure in 6 months or so he’ll be involved in a tragic skiing accident or some shit.
Jax: Right. So Tilly?
Baxter: I don’t check in daily but my associate knows not to kill her. She’s in a safe place, for now. Not promising she’s in one piece though.
Rebel: But everyone’s looking for her!
Baxter: It’s fine. She’ll make contact soon enough with some sob story about needing space or whatever. She’ll declare she wants a divorce, isn’t coming back, and then she’ll disappear.
