Placing the bread on a small plate, I pick up my water, take a sip, and then set it down. Looking him square in the eye, I come right to the point. “I need a backup plan if everything we’re hoping to happen goes to shit. If I can’t get JT out of The Sugar Bowl. If the police don’t believe Sela’s memory is enough to investigate. Sela and I have talked about just walking away from it all, but I don’t think I can fucking do that. I need another plan.”

“A plan to keep The Sugar Bowl or a plan to get justice?” Dennis asks calmly. “Because those are two very different goals.”

“I don’t care about The Sugar Bowl. I’m talking about JT.”

“Everyone has a price and everything can be bought,” Dennis says, repeating his words from just moments ago. “What do you want to buy?”

I figure if I’m man enough to want this to happen, I can be man enough to tell Dennis what I want without hesitation. “JT’s death.”

Dennis doesn’t react. No cough of surprise, no raised eyebrows. He just nods in understanding. “I’ve got the necessary resources to make that happen.”

“I don’t want you—” I say hastily, because I don’t want him at risk.

Dennis holds up a quick hand to stop me. “Not me. But I can facilitate what you need with the right people who will do it cleanly and without any suspicion.”

The minute those words hit my ears, I feel a sudden weight fall from my shoulders, even if a ball of black disgust with myself starts to form deep in my stomach. I can’t let Sela go unavenged. While I’d like JT to pay for his crimes within the bounds of the law, I’m prepared to take action so Sela won’t be failed again.

“Good,” I whisper, looking down at my hands. Am I really asking this man to facilitate murder for me? I think back to how shocked I was when Sela first told me she wanted to kill JT. I thought it was an insane proposition and that the risk of getting caught was too great to bear.

And yet here I am…trying to figure out how to make it happen.

“But doing it without raising suspicion means more than just how and where it’s carried out,” Dennis explains with an ominous undertone. “The police always look to those closest to the victim. That means family, close friends, and business partners. What’s been the nature of your relationship with JT over the last several months?”

“You mean, how we get along?”

“Exactly. If the police were to go to your staff members, are they going to say that you are a solid duo who has each other’s backs? That you care for and respect one another, and that in a million years they could never imagine you harming JT?”

I swallow hard, because, no…they wouldn’t say that at all. While Linda would never want to hurt me or get me in trouble, she’s as honest as the day is long. She’ll have to tell them she’s seen my frustrations with JT’s behavior. The endless list of women complaining about him and my actions in smoothing things over to keep the business strong. JT’s secretary, Karla, who is loyal to her boss and doesn’t care for me because I treat my employees well and she gets treated like shit, will relish in telling them about the fights we’ve had in JT’s office. I guarantee she’s listened in on them, certain that on more than one occasion she’s heard me telling JT I want to buy him out and him refusing. She’s aware of JT’s bad behavior as well, and has seen my fury over it time and again. I bet she’d go so far as to say that she’s seen murder in my eyes when I’ve stalked into JT’s office before, and she wouldn’t be wrong. Of course, back then, it was metaphorical murder, but really…how hard would that be for the police to leap to actual murder?

Add that to the fact that my girlfriend was raped by JT, and they’ll have enough circumstantial evidence to come after me for the crime. My attorney would never disclose any communications we’ve had, as they’re protected by attorney-client privilege. But that doesn’t mean JT’s attorney won’t also confirm that I’ve made overtures to buy JT out, and that JT’s own attorney has advised him there’s no need to entertain offers because of the way it’s written.

The argument will be simple enough. I wanted JT out of The Sugar Bowl because he was a liability. He refused. JT raped my girlfriend. I exacted vengeance and removed him from my business all in one fell swoop.

Yeah…the police would look directly to me.

“I’d be a prime suspect,” I tell Dennis, and then tell him exactly how strained our relationship has been for several months.

“Then we’d have to try to direct attention and evidence to a better suspect,” Dennis says simply.

“His bookie?” I guess.

“His bookie, the Sugar Babies he’s tried to harm or has harmed, people he’s bought drugs from. JT’s into some whacked shit. It will help to muddy the waters of the suspect list.”

“How would the police even know about his betting?” I ask. I know virtually nothing about this type of stuff.

“JT’s talked to Vegas on the phone, so there will be a record of that. And his bookie is well known. They won’t have a hard time connecting those dots. And frankly, if JT doesn’t take your money and chooses to risk his own life, there’s a good chance Vegas will take care of the problem for you.”

“If only I could be so lucky,” I mutter as I look around the restaurant. “But there’s a chance they won’t kill him too, right? I mean…what if he hands them a few million he can scrape up and works out a payment plan? He makes a good enough salary that if he stopped spending his money so frivolously, he could get them paid off other ways.”

“That could happen too,” Dennis agrees. “You gotta figure those people who take bets are businessmen too. They could extend part of the repayment and call it a loan. Attach a ridiculous amount of interest to it. They’re in the business of making fast money and look at return on investment too. His bookie could go to loan shark pretty quickly.”

“Fuck,” I grit out. “I hate this shit. Hate seeing justice for Sela and happiness for us both just within our reach and about a million fucking things that could go wrong. It’s driving me crazy.”

“Look, man,” Dennis says, and his voice is so empathetic it gives me pause. “You know I understand how you’re feeling right now. I’ve been in your shoes, and there was nothing that was going to stop me from avenging Rosa. I had her father and brothers behind me, but I’m the one who sleeps the best at night for ending the fuck who took her from us. No one will understand what you’re going through better than me. But with that being said, you’ve got a lot more to lose that I ever did. My love was what I had lost. Yours is still very much alive and the biggest part of your happiness. Shit goes down in a bad way and you get caught for this, you’re going to lose something that’s far more important than what little bit of peace you’ll get from ending JT.”