I could end it right now. One squeeze, center mass. But death was too easy. A bullet is a period at the end of a sentence. I wanted to write a whole paragraph of suffering for them. I wanted to dismantle everything they had before I took their lives. I lowered the rifle. The fire trucks were coming. I could hear the sirens in the distance.
The police would be with them. And this time, with the warehouse raided and illegal guns found, the police wouldn’t be friendly. I looked at the baby in the incubator cart next to me. He was safe, sleeping under the tarp. I picked up Dominic’s phone, which I had taken earlier. I unlocked it with his thumbrint.
Another benefit of having the body nearby earlier. I went into his banking app. I went into his email. While they were fighting a losing battle against the fire, I was fighting a war on a different front. I accessed the family’s offshore accounts. Dominic was the money man. He had all the passwords saved in a secure folder called the vault.
