Sixty-Four

“How do you want it done? Clean or really messy?”

“Clean. My daughter doesn’t need to see blood.”

Justin Monroe paused in the hallway of the semi-empty church as he heard his soon-to-be father-in-law talking to someone with a gruff voice. The voices were low, and they came from around the corner. The tone of the men’s voices left a bitter taste in Justin’s mouth.

He glanced up the hallway. People were starting to arrive for the wedding rehearsal, and Justin had wandered the halls, looking for his soon-to-be father-in-law. Being a busy man, time was important to Justin. In less than three years, he’d turned his father’s oil company into a billion-dollar business, and keeping it successful took up most of Justin’s day.

He pulled out his cell phone to check the time. The rehearsal was already running five minutes late.

“I’ll wait until after their honeymoon in Fiji,” the man with the brusque voice said.

Justin’s attention snapped back to the co