The Joy of Revenge

CHAPTER 162 If They Only Knew
Liam
I couldn’t get a hold of Demon. His phone just kept on ringing. I decided to call the Sheriff
instead.
“Are you finished at the Ol’ Barn? I asked.
“Yep. Everything is clean,” the Sheriff said. “We’re on our way to Highland Oaks in our tactical suits.”
“Good. Go to the back of Highland Oaks. At the hidden door, there should be a bunch of motorcycles and a gang of masked men. Kill them. Use silencers.”
I looked behind me. There were several cars at a distance headed this way.
“Henry, drive faster. I need to get there before anyone else does.” I knew I shouldn’t have cleaned myself up, but there was blood all over my mouth and face.
As we sped down the road towards Highland Oaks, I noticed it was pitch black outside. There was no power, not even the streetlights along the road were on. How was it possible that the rest of the town had power while this high-end residential area had none?
Just before we reached the gates of the community, Henry abruptly stopped, causing me to hit the passenger seat in front of me.
“What’s wrong? Why did you stop?” I asked, rubbing my forehead.
“Mayor, there are bodies lying on the pavement, Henry answered. “I can’t drive on them, over them or around them. There’s just too many of them.”
What?!
“They were only supposed to kill the Martins. I gave distinct instructions to make it appear as if they were shooting at people. Sure, maybe wound some, but not kill. The people were supposed to be a cover up. What happened?!” I yelled. He winced at the sound of my loud voice, amplified within the confines of the car.
“Mayor Cohen, didn’t I suggest you use your guards instead of employing a gang Bismarck? I also suggested not to give them drugs until the job was done. It would keep
from
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imagined these people to be bunny rabbits or something,” Henry pointed out. I rubbed my forehead.
This was my fault.
I promised Demon anything if he and his crew did this for me. He, unfortunately, wanted a down-payment in the form of drugs.
“Henry, I needed people who were disposable if ever they were caught,” I remarked, “and my guards would point directly to me as the mastermind. No one should know it was me.” I pointed out. “Well, I need to get inside. The Martins aren’t at their home which leads me to assume they’re at the old McDowell residence. I need to pretend I’m saving them, so I can kill them and pin it on this gang. These idiots haven’t done the one thing I instructed them
to do.”
“Mayor, I highly suggest not to. These addicts may still be inside, armed. They will kill you-”
-Henry was unable to finish his sentence. He was interrupted by the loud screams coming
from outside.
People from inside the residential area poured out through the gates, pushing against each other. They ran wildly in every direction while screaming and yelling like crazed animals.
The light from my car was their beacon of light.
Perfect. They’ll think I’m their hero.
“Turn off the headlights once I’ve gone through the gates,” I told Henry. “I think the gang has left the vicinity or these people wouldn’t be running out. I’ll be in and out, before Jack and the rest of the people get here. And don’t worry, I have my bulletproof vest on and I’m
armed.”
Before I walked out of the car, I took a flashlight from the glove compartment.
Lucklily, the massive number of people scrambling out earlier had completely thinned down,
there was no need to push my way through to enter the gated community. If the Martins weren’t at home, then it only meant they were at Link’s house… the Old McDowell residence.

I figured they would go to him after the paranoia of believing they were the target set in.
No problem. I knew my way there even in the dark.
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Once I was inside Highland Oaks, Henry shut off the headlign: just as he was instructed. leaving the residential area in complete and utter darkness once more. I glanced behind me and noticed the cars were now a short distance away.
I turned my flashlight on and can down the street, avoiding the bodies that were strewn all over the concrete road. Come tomorrow, he would become a nightmare for me, but I already had a plan in mind. I just tested to throw some money at ….
Just in time too. The Spring Fortey Bee Celebration would commence in a couple of days.
Money and parties would make this all go away.
At the Old McDowell residence. I found the from door of the house open to my surprise. walked in my flashlight on, vandering where they were. I went upstairs and found all the rooms empr. I tried the basement and found it empty as wel
Where could they be?
I was standing in the h o ren. looking through the window out into the satyard and notions
the guesthouse.
If they weren’t there, then I’d like it to Norma sihouse to the. Maybe Demon overlooked a
hidden door or something
I turned to exit through ste back door when I saw a piece of paper on the Anchen counter
was a small note.
Tomas has signed the text of sale. I will zul you to make arrangements.
I crumpled the piece of paper and threw it in the sink.
Link had the deed of sale and the Martins were gone.
Go d d ammn: The Mans were so f ucking lucity.
pulled out my phone to locate them using the tracker in Tinmas car, but strange
pinged at Norma’s house
They must have used Linic’s car.
F uck! I didn’t have a tracker on it.
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And this darkness all around me was not helping.
I decided to call the power cooperative. Not having any light was f ucking irritating.
“I need the power back on at Highland Oaks. There’s a situation here and we need-”
And like magic, the power came back on. Was someone f ucking with me? “Thank power is back on,” I said and hung up.
What the f uck was going on? Did Pete know about this? Was he behind all of this?
It was impossible. I made these arrangements yesterday afternoon.
Was he watching me?
you.
That
Maybe his capo was following me. I’ve been meaning to search through my father’s files for his identity, but I keep forgetting. I will do that first thing once I get home.
I walked out the kitchen, confused and anxious. As I passed the living room, three women screamed. They made me jump from fright.
“Oh my gosh! Mayor Cohen! We didn’t know it was you. We thought it was one of the shooters,” the youngest said before bursting into tears. “Oh thank Go d! This means we’re
saved.”
“Come on. Let’s get you outside, so emergency services can help,” I said.
“Link told us to tell our rescuers there are people in the guesthouse,” the oldest of the three
said.
“You know Link?” I asked surprised.
“Not really,” the oldest answered. “He saved us from a shooter and told us to stay here, so he can help more people. We don’t know what happened to him? Is he okay?”
“I don’t know. I came looking for him because he called on me for help. But first, let’s check on those people at the guesthouse,” I said ushering them out the front door.
Outside, I saw Link’s car parked out front. If Thomas’ car is still at Norma’s and his car is
here, how did they leave?
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With the three women clutching my jacket, we went to the back to help the people in the guesthouse. I tried the door k nob to see if it was locked. It wasn’t.
Screams erupted as I swung the door open. I switched on the lights and found the guesthouse packed with frightened people. When they saw me, they all let out a sigh of
relief.
“We’re saved!” They all cheered. I placed a finger on my mouth to shush them.
If they only knew…
“When we are all out, you can cheer. For now, I need everyone to stay quiet. Come on everyone. Follow me,” I instructed.
They followed me quietly through the streets and out of the gates where emergency services and the media greeted them.
Everyone broke out into an applause as I brought the people out to safety. Jack who was standing beside a body of a fallen deputy, looked shocked to see me with so many people.
“Mayor, how does it feel to be a hero?” One of the press asked. I needed to make an ambiguous statement.
“If there is a hero, it is the people who go far and beyond the call of duty. This is a tragic event. Let us mourn for the people we have lost. Excuse me. There are pressing matters I
have to attend to.”
The deputies at the scene were placing yellow tape up, prohibiting the public from entering
the area. I made my way to the people processing the crime scene and gave them instructions to give me a list of names of the deceased so I can provide benefits to the
families.