DreameNovelMafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 80 I did everything Isabella said.
I checked Google Maps on Paolo's phone, found a luggage store within walking distance, and bought the biggest hardshell suitcase they had - a monster with wheels and a collapsible handle.
When I got back to the room, I knocked on the door. "Cat, it's me." When she opened it, her face was full of relief.
We hugged as soon I shut the door and locked it - But she immediately asked, “What's that for?" "For moving him." "That's how you're getting him out of here?" "Yeah," I said, deciding not to tell her where the plan cfrom.
Cat hovered by the door, a terrified look on her face, as I unzipped the suitcase and laid it next to Paolo's corpse.
"...do you... do you needto help?" she asked timidly.
"I think I've got it." I hooked my arms under his armpits and heaved him into the air. Or tried, anyway.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtChrist! I figured he was about 170 pounds. I could deadlift 450 and bench 300, but trying to handle a corpse was harder. Dead weight was limp like a sack of jelly.
At least rigor mortis hadn't set him.
But lividity had.
Cat cried out as I lifted him.
"What?!" I asked.
"His face..." she said, cringing.
I looked in the mirror. Paolo's face was already mottled purple.
Isabella had been right.
Let's hope she's right about the rest of it, too.
I wrestled the body into one half of the suitcase and tucked his arms, legs, and head inside until he was in a fetal position.
His wallet was on the floor with his keys, right where I'd tossed them earlier.
I took everything out - especially his driver's license and credit cards - and wiped down the wallet and keys before tossing them in the suitcase with him.
I supposed if I really wanted to make sure they couldn't identify him, I'd pull out his teeth and cut off his fingertips...
But I wasn't gonna be that hardcore about it.
If I got lucky, it would be months before he was found.
That would be enough.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI wiped down the pistol and tossed it in.
Then I pulled his cell phone out of my pocket and turned it off.
I had no idea how to get the battery out, so I just hit the screen against the corner of the sink until it shattered, then bent the phone completely out of shape. I wiped it down and threw it in with the body.
Then I zipped the suitcase and struggled to get it upright.
It was going to be a shitshow getting this thing down the stairs...
But I was thankful I'd talked it out with Isabella.
At least I wouldn't have to do Weekend at Bernie's with a body that was stiff as a board.
"What do we do now?" Caterina whispered.
"We wait." I sat on the bed and held her in my arms.
While I did, I told her what I needed for the distraction.
"Can you do that?" I asked.
"I - I think so. But what happens after you get rid of him?" "You've got to get out of Ortigia. Go back to Ragusa or Cefalù.” "How do I get in touch with you?" "Talk to Alessandra. I'll call her, too - she can be our go-between." Cat looked atin a panic. "This is the last tI'm going to see you, isn't it?” "No," I insisted, but I couldn't be sure.
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