"Like what? Planting a bomb under my car?" William inquired, his voice edged with sarcasm. Just thinking about something like that happening to him, gave him goosebumps.
"You did check for that, right?" He asked with doubt edging towards Delmar.
"Of course, I did. How could I manage a business of this magnitude if I lacked even that basic level of intelligence, boss?" Delmar replied with unshaken confidence. William nodded, reassured by the certainty in Delmar's tone.
But, just to be thorough, Delmar slightly turned his head and asked, "George, did you inspect beneath the car?" He asked and instead it felt like he was the one who was confirming whether there was anything there or not.
George, who was steering the vehicle, responded with absolute assurance, "Yes, sir, I did." Even though he didn't have many jobs nor cared about many things, George cared much about this car. So much so that his wife was wondering who was this baby that he would constantly call in his dreams.
Delmar nodded again and turned back to William, who was gazing at him with an expressionless stare. Noticing William's look, Delmar muttered, "Him checking and me checking are practically identical, boss. It's no big deal. Besides, there isn't any bomb, so what's there to worry about?" He dismissed the matter with a casual wave of his hand, as if it were trivial.
William could only shake his head in visible exasperation as he asked, "So, what's the plan?"
"About what?"
"What do you mean, 'What'?" William snapped, his irritation flaring. "I'm talking about Carl! What are we going to do about him?"
"Well, that's entirely up to you, boss. What do you want to do with him? Capture him? Kill him? Or spare him? The decision rests in your hands.
But before you decide, let me just say— I'd strongly prefer not to spare that worthless piece of sh*t." Delmar's voice seethed with barely contained fury.
"Spare him?" William's incredulous look spoke volumes: 'How clueless can you be?' His anger intensified with each word. "F*** sparing that c**k-sucking motherf***er! I want you to locate him, extract every bit of information he has on us, and then I'll decide whether to kill him or...
make him suffer." William's voice was laced with venom, his intent to kill radiating from him, though he seemed oblivious to it.
Delmar offered a dark smile, relishing the moment. 'Ah, it's rare to see the boss this enraged,' he mused. 'The last time he got this close was when they shut down his favorite pizza stand because some rival gang wanted the spot. That was a dark day for all of us... especially those gang members.'
Delmar frowned. "If we do that, they'll know it was us."
William shook his head. "They'll point fingers at us whether we act or not, so why not stir up some chaos? If we just sit back and do nothing, they'll only use the situation to cause us even more trouble."
Delmar smiled and opened a tab on his tablet, searching for someone. After a few moments, he found her. He turned the tablet to William, showing a young woman in her twenties with a distinct fashion sense and colorful highlights in her hair.
"Jezzy Ink. Nickname: JEZ. She's a whiz with computers, loves digging into people's lives, and has a talent for ruining them. She's the perfect person for this job. We give her some money, tell her who to target, and she'll dig up something interesting."
William nodded. "Yeah... just make sure to keep our identities a secret. We don't want her using this against us later."
"We've already got someone making our lives difficult; no need to add another expert to the mix," William added.
"Don't worry," Delmar reassured him. "I'll use a proxy, but something tells me she'll figure out it's us, even if we try to conceal it."
"Then why use her?" William asked, genuinely curious.
"Well, I know her personally, and I can trust her with this much information," Delmar replied with confidence.
"Whatever happens, make sure you handle it. I don't want any more trouble than we already have." William massaged his temples, sighing at the growing list of problems.
"Okay, now that we have a plan for them, what do you want to do about the girl?" Delmar inquired.
William pondered for a moment. "The girl... I'll decide when the time comes. For now, tell me—who are you sending after Carl?"
"It'd be best to send the mercenaries who rescued Pedro. They're expensive, but they're the best."
William nodded, then a thought came to him and then he gave a sly smile. "Why don't we send him?"