but you and the boss.”
“You don’t know who that is ,” Slade said.
“Yeah, I know. They were hoping to find something today leading them to him. Spider’s truck , they did find by accident, but used that as smoke for the warrant today. So as to cover my ass. For whatever that was worth.”
“You worthless piece of shit. You know the rules! Don’t do any stupid shit that will get you pinched! Now you’ve put this whole thing in jeopardy. What about that new guy, Tommy or whatever.”
“Tony.”
“Yeah. You sent him on a run. Is he gonna run into any surprises?” Slade asked.
Jose looked away and mumbled something.
“What?”
“He might be getting stopped by some cops who may have gotten a tip on what he was carrying.”
“You fucking piece of shit!” Slade punched Jose in the face, knocking him to the floor. He opened the door, yelling to some other men.
“Hey, come in here! Take him out, tie him to the back of a rig. We’re gonna prove him up.”
Jose’s eyes grew wide as the men grabbed him.
“Slade! No! Please don’t do this! I didn’t give them nothing! Honest! Please man!” Jose screamed as they dragged him out the door.
Slade took both his cell phones and removed both batteries and smashed the phones against the table. He walked outside where the men were tying Jose’s arms and legs to two separate trucks. His arms were tied to the bumper of one box truck, while his ankles tied to another. The truck his legs were tied to pulled up a few feet so he was suspended off the ground. Slade and the other employees from the plant were all standing around looking on.
“So all of you know, Jose here was working for the Feds! He is the reason for the raid today. He has put all of our jobs and lives in jeopardy. There is only one punishment in this organization for a snitch!” Slade announced.
“Slade! Come on man! Don’t do this, please?” Jose pleaded. Tears streamed from his eyes. “I’ll go away. I’ll leave the country! You’ll never see me again!”
Slade looked up at the truck to his left and pointed with his left arm. The truck slowly began to pull forward. Jose screamed as the truck rolled forward, stretching his legs further and tighter. The truck driver accelerated as the truck lurched forward, ripping Jose’s legs from his body. The sound of flesh and bone ripping away from his body sounded like a gunshot. He screamed as blood sprayed from the two holes where his legs used to be. Jose twitched and writhed about before he went still.
“Clean it up.” Slade ordered as he walked back into the building. That was one problem dealt with. Now he just had to stop this shipment on the road from being stopped. He had no idea how to do that, other than to try and call Tony and get him off the road. He sat down in what had previously been Jose’s office when a phone began to ring. Slade opened one of the drawers and found a satellite phone ringing. Grabbing the phone, he pressed it to his ear while hitting the talk button.
“Hello?”
“Jose?”
“No. Who is this?” Slade said.
“Who the fuck is this?”
“This is Slade. Jose’s boss. Now who the fuck is calling me.”
“This is Tony. What the fuck is going on?”
Chapter 11
Tony lifted the tailgate to the truck. The two officers stood by looking on. He wanted to throw up. This was it. People do this sort of thing for years and never get caught. This organization had an entire process in place they had probably used for ages without any problems. That is until he goes on his second run with them, and here he is about to be hauled off to prison for infinity.
“That’s good. Jump on down.” The tall officer called out.
Tony looked down at the two of them standing side by