Can't Get Good Help

"Nothing like incompetence, Christ," Shadowman said to his underling.

His employee stood by his desk, not making eye contact. Shadowman leaned back in his chair and tented his fingers before his face.

"I looked at all the pictures, boss." The man's eyes pleaded with him.

Shadowman felt no pity, but he didn't plan on giving up on his right-hand man yet.

"Mm, nothing at her other house either. Is she still being followed?"

"No. Not since she left for Dexter."

"Did she see you?"

The employee visibly swallowed. "Maybe."

He sighed. Would he have to do everything himself?

His trigger finger itched and he longed to commit a murder.

But he wouldn't kill George just yet.

"Where's Snell?"

"He's holed up in his apartment."

"I'll talk to him."

"Boss?"

"I said, I would talk to him."

"Right, boss." His employee backed out of his office.

"Damn."

Shadowman glanced at the calendar and then at his watch. "I thought I'd have this wrapped up by Halloween."

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