Part Fifteen

Back in the car Mason started to laugh and Kelley glanced over at him. “What?”

“Did you know your so-called friend uses no-hair products?”

“Why would I know that?” Kelley’s frown spoke volumes, he didn’t want Mason to answer that question.

Lee gave a half smile from the back seat. “What did you do, Mason?”

“I mixed it with his hair gel.”

They all laughed at the image of Hanson’s hair falling out in clumps as Mason drove back to lower Yorkdare Bay. They settled in the living room with a clear view of the dining room where Marella sat doing her homework.

“There will be retaliation.” Lee’s voice was low even though Marella had her earphones in her ears.

“The way they think … they’ll try to hit us where it hurts the most … Marella.” Kelley glanced at her.

“We already foiled that plan but nothing stops them from coming after her again.”

“Not if we strike again … before they can retaliate.” Mason smiled as he said that.

Lee’s interest was piqued now. “How?”

Kelley pulled his ringing phone f