FAREWELL

One of the most satisfying things is watching someone who has completely mastered their craft work.

They are capable of making a set of incredibly complex actions, which require a great deal of experience and training, seem simple.

In short, I was surprised at how easy it is to get rid of a dead body, when you're prepared, especially if you do it with the help of someone familiar with organized crime.

Well, somehow in a matter of a couple of hours, we completed the job, we were ready to go back home, to get some sleep, because a day had already passed since all this started and I really needed to sleep, because I was not only physically tired, I am also mentally and emotionally exhausted.

Well, it's not every day that you get to commit a spur-of-the-moment murder and have to hide evidence and dispose of a body in such a way that it looks like it just vanished into thin air.

What this translates to is putting a person into a wood chipper, mixing their solid remains such as bones and teeth with concrete and they will be thrown into a lake when the mixture is dry, and the rest is divided into parts and randomly buried in a forest at a considerable depth and without any kind of packaging, to ensure that the remains become fertilizer.

***

- – I need to sleep.

- 

He exclaimed three as if what we had just done was not something that would be considered a horrible act, considered a crime in any nation.

- – …

This time I just sigh and remain silent, I'm too tired at this point to worry about anything else, let alone try to come up with a witty or scathing response to Tres's comment.

- – Do I want to go?

I say, without thinking of a moment when I am not thinking clearly.

- – Yes, I think it's time, we've done everything we could do at this point, anything else we need to do can only be done later.

Three answers in a rather casual manner.

Although I don't know if he understood what I really wanted to say, because after thinking about it a lot, I'm convinced that I need to leave and leave all this behind because frankly, I don't feel capable of dealing with all the problems that I'm dealing with and that I will have to deal with if I choose to stay, I think he only understood that I want to leave this specific place.

- – …

With that, we got in the car, to return home of three.

So while we were completing the further work, we talked about where I would stay and if I should go back home, but in the end, we agreed that would be a bad idea, and since I didn't have many options, it was decided that I will be living with Tres for a while.

- – …

As the sun of a new day rises on the horizon, he watches as Tres drives silently down the nearly deserted street of this area that is considered rural.

- – Do you mind if I put on some music?

Three says as he finishes setting up the sound system as if he expects my answer to be yes or he just doesn't care about my opinion on this subject.

- – …

After taking a long breath I ask a question that has been bothering me since I noticed the situation a couple of hours ago.

- – Aren't you tired?

I exclaim in a more serious tone than I expected, but I suppose it is an appropriate tone for the topic I intend to talk about.

- – Yes, a little, you know looking for a girl late at night, can be quite tiring, because you have to show enough interest and sincerity so that the girl is willing to sleep with you, but at the same time it shouldn't be too much or she will think that you want something more.

Tres sighs with obvious tiredness, which he tries to hide throughout this experience.

-, but you know you're going to end up pretty exhausted when your friend calls you in the middle of the night, asking for help dealing with a body.

After those words, he remains silent as if he has nothing more to say on the subject.

- – You know that's not what I mean…

- – Oh, so you're not worried about your poor, tired friend, who dropped everything to come and help you.

He says it in a funny, almost joking tone.

But I think I can already tell what I want to talk about; otherwise, I wouldn't try to derail the conversation with a bad joke about feeling heartbroken and hurt by my attitude.

- – I'm serious Three… Aren't you tired of treating me with tweezers?

- – What do you mean? I don't remember treating you with caution at any point.

He says it in a tone that even he wouldn't believe.

- – let's not lie to ourselves Three, we've known each other for years and you were always an extremely rude and cynical narcissistic jerk, but when I finally got through it I realized that you had changed lately…

I stop to think how I should say it because it is something difficult to describe.

- – If I had to describe your change, I would say that in a way that I was unable to, you softened, you toned down your attitude a few notches.

- – …

- - thank you…

- – I don't know what you've been talking about all this time

I know Tres well, and the truth is that he is a rather insensitive guy and is far from showing much concern for others. In fact, I have come to notice that he takes it as a conscious effort, and that is the same way he usually treats most of the people around him. Perhaps that is why he only chooses casual relationships so as not to have to deal with pretending to care about someone for too long.

But this makes it quite significant because during these weeks he was showing concern for my condition, consciously, helping me, encouraging me when I was desperate about the situation, and above all, restraining himself. After all, now that I think about it, if the problem had been only his, he would have decided to take the problem into his own hands and fix it his way. After all, in a certain way, he is someone without much to lose, which would allow him to act almost without fear of the consequences of acting recklessly.

However, this time the problem involves me, and unlike Tres I have too many things that I don't want to lose, it wasn't a question of whether he was willing to deal with the consequences or if he could achieve it, it was a question of whether it would affect me in any way, because if he was willing to resort to unscrupulous means, from the beginning he would have given me the option of resorting to the violent solution, a simple and effective solution, that would allow me to solve the problems for which I could not find a solution at the moment, after all, for me that was not among my options at that moment.

Although I'm sure that if I had brought up the idea of ​​using that solution he would have helped me from the start, and perhaps we would have avoided so much trouble dealing with what was equivalent to an impulsive act with zero planning, I guess I should be grateful to him for this, after all he showed me a certain amount of care, by allowing me to be the one to make my decision, if I was willing to do what was necessary and get my hands dirty to achieve my goals.

***

- – Are you sure you want to do this?

I think this is the third time that Tres has told me that, at which point my cynical and scathing narcissistic friend became a concerned mother with this kind of problem, because I'm sure that if it were in the past he would have completely agreed with my actions and would have even taken the initiative to make the situation more chaotic, or fun according to his standards of fun.

- – I'm pretty sure of what I'm doing, eh even if I hesitated at this moment it would be too late to stop us.

- – later you won't be able to say that he doesn't try to stop you, so this will be your problem from start to finish.

- – …

I won't bother to dignify this attempt at escape in which he intends to put all the blame on me with a real answer, I know that if I answer him he will drag me to his rhythm and it is likely that he will win the argument.

Anyway, it's been two weeks since the murder, the issues with the body were resolved within two days of the incident, and in total it's been about two months and 2-3 weeks since my father's death, which started this whole journey, but it's only now that I'm finally hitting back.

Sadly I won't be here to see the outcome of what I'm about to do, because I want to see how those guys react to my first blow and see how their dirty laundry is revealed to the sun, something that would certainly be fun to see. After all, since I don't have to deal with the consequences I don't have to have scruples either and honestly they made my job very easy, as they simply hid their actions by relying on carefully built reputations and a carefully constructed web of lies and now I'm just cutting a few threads.

Although this is also a justification to leave the scene reasonably, as I've been paranoid lately about what would happen if they found out I discovered the big secret, that I was the one who killed the guy and the reasons why I killed him.

So I decided to leave the scene, screwing a little those who took advantage of the situation because it is quite reasonable that someone does something stupid out of revenge and then runs away for fear of the consequences.

So I simply decided to use the useless information I obtained during my investigation, the information about the discarded suspects - people who had nothing to do with the incident, but decided to take advantage of the situation to benefit themselves in some way, but those people also had a lot of dirt hidden and they weren't very good at hiding it, so as a first step I decided to help them share their little secrets with their friends and family so that everyone can understand them a lot better.

-  —and you will know the truth and the truth will set you free

-  John 8:32

I really am a good person, after all, I am about to reveal, it will help some of them in a certain sense, although I don't think they will be very grateful, eh I am even freeing some, wow I am a very good person.

After all, among those people, I am:

Helping yet another guy find out that none of his three kids are his since his friends have been sleeping with his wife for years, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to no longer have to support kids that aren't his plus get rid of a cheating wife and a bunch of fake friends, even though he says his kids are his life and he's way too attached to them.

Who would have thought that it could be so nice to help someone who stole so much money in materials and work tools?

There is also a certain aspiring church pastor, who is being unfaithful to his wife while talking about how unfaithful people will burn in hell, something that will undoubtedly seem amusing to his wife, who knows, she might help him go to hell to see for herself if his sermon was right.

Or how can we forget a certain hypocritical and talkative woman, who happens to be committing fraud by living in a house with falsified deeds, since she is in such a good financial position I think it would be a good idea to contact the real owner of the land so that she can negotiate with him and finally be the real owner.

And our dear empowered family friend who decided not to pay back a loan because the person he owed was already dead and there was no contract, who I'm sure is excited about his job change, well I decided to help him out since it turns out a certain person has been selling information to the competition, which I'm sure they'll be excited to have when both sides get hit with a lawsuit for corporate espionage.

***

It's funny there are so many different cases with these kinds of people, but at some point, they start to repeat themselves, which seems quite boring, in a way it feels like the villains in cheap stories who always have the same kind of plans: dominate the world, conquer the world, destroy the world.

But with them, it is fraud, infidelity, robot and fraud, paternity, in a pattern that is constantly repeated, as if none of them had enough creativity to do another kind of morally questionable act.

Or as for those who don't have an easily revealable secret or hid it very well, I'll let them feel safe, for now, I'll deal with them later, and if something can't be found, eventually I'll just have to make it up.

But now I just need to take a bus out of this city, while the messages and evidence arrive at their respective places.

- – Then thank you very much for everything and I hope to see you again soon.

I mutter to myself as I look back at the only person who is here to say goodbye.

And so my journey begins….