Page 16 of Eyes Like Angel

“Yeah, saying ‘My bad’isn’t exactly going to make them bring back to life. Or have this bloody stain on my outfit. Fuck, this was the only one that I had in my life when going in incognito mode.”

“So what do we do? Dump the bodies and call it a day?” I guessed, somewhat reckless.

Saul huffed, squishing the bug on the ground. “I had another solution, and it might work, depending on our situation.”

His answer intrigued me. “Go on.”

“What if I’m about to do is something illegal? And by illegal, I meant immoral, to immoral that we make a lot of cash?”

“Prostitution,” I guessed, almost quickly.

“Organ selling…at the black market,” he suggested. “With selling their organs, this might be a chance for us to have a full income. And it might be better than steal items from house to house. Things changed.”

“How do you mean?”

“I heard rumors about how this town is going to install cameras soon, somewhere in the future. Right now, we’re lucky.But if they installed the cameras, it would be over for us. We go straight to jail, no life parole.”

My face scrunched. “So what do you suggest?”

“We sell the organs, and call it a day. For the people who will try these dead bodies, it would be to have them as missing than killed or dead. Shit like that causes to stir in a rural town, then goes on their daily lives. That’s my alternative.”

I contemplated. There were advantages and disadvantages. And if I were to place my bets, I’d rather get a source of income, even if it means making fatal kills. This might be a chance for me to escape from this town, a new life as I removed a family name.

“Question.” My finger pointed up. “If we get this source of income, do we have to make another bank account?”

Saul nodded. “Correct. It’s better to be safe than sorry, man.”

The problem is, it’ll be difficult. I mean, coming from a rich family, it might be hard for Saul to comprehend or to put himself into my shoes. He doesn’t know shit. If he was a family member, he’d never taken my side.

“Are you thinking killing another set of folks?” Saul guessed.

“No, I was just thinking about the money and how to make an account without us getting tracked.”

“That I have something to come up with. So I’ll be sending you info, only if you pay another $250.”

Disgruntled, I provided him $250, which it makes Saul joyful, but he’s so stoic on the outside. He’s content whenever I pay him cash.

“Alright, I’ve got to get going. We can’t stay here for long or else someone might see us.”

My head dipped in acknowledgement. “Right.”

“I’ll text you,” Saul said, getting inside his own car, and gathered the mask that has been taken from me.

“What are you going to do with that and your clothes?”

“Burn them, I don’t care. I need money upfront.”

“How much?” I was dissatisfied with his demand, but then again, this was me asking him a favor.

“$300,” he confirmed.

Hesitantly, I gave him 300 bucks.

After he collected the cash, he got back into the rusted car.

“Oh, and just to be clear, Rivers,” he said, rolling the car window after started his engine, pointing at me, “don’t fuck it up again.”

“Will do,” I answered back, in the peak of exhaustion.