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I then slam the wrench into his stomach.

He screams and falls to the floor, throwing up.

I lift the wrench into the air. “Mutt, you motherfucker…”

“No! Please, Corbin, no! Don’t hit me!”

“Then tell me what the fuck is going on around here,” I order.

Mutt looks up at me. There’s chunk of vomit stuck to his chin. Tears in his eyes.

“Pop had to do it,” Mutt says. “There was nobody else here to run things. Okay? He had to work out a deal with someone.”

“What kind of deal, Mutt?”

“It’s just a distribution deal,” Mutt says. “Not even that. We don’t even move a thing. We just package it. That’s right. We’re a packager. And it’s good money. Great money. Easy money, Corbin. I swear, I was going to tell you all about it. I wasn’t sure what you wanted to know. If you’re going, you know, straight these days…”

“Stand up and show me,” I order.

Mutt shakes as he climbs back to his feet.

I hold the wrench tight, ready to smash whatever little brains he has out of his head if I have to.

We walk to the minivan and he opens the sliding side door.

“Normal looking, huh?” Mutt asks. He reaches for the middle seat and lifts it open. “Until you dig around…”

I pull Mutt out of the way.

I look down into a secret compartment.

It’s filled with heroin. Fresh, beautiful bags.

My eyes scan in a hurry as I start to calculate the weight and the street price.

“You’re not moving this,” I say.

“No,” Mutt says. “We get the drop offs here and then break it up into others. It’s all fluid, Corbin. Nobody knows a thing. Youknow? It’s genius. Pop thought of it. It was the best plan he could come up with.”

I look at Mutt.

Of course my uncle had to do something like this. Mutt’s too dumb to take control of the real family business.

The garage has always been a front.

A perfect place to handle real business and launder money as need be.

“So you’re taking all this risk and splitting this up and hiding it,” I say. “For what kind of cut?”

Mutt’s head drops again.

Something tells me my uncle had a good deal worked out and the second he was tossed into the ground to rot, some guys showed up, roughed up my idiot cousin and he now handles this very expensive heroin for a fraction of what he should be.

I’ll tell you right now, if I wasn’t meeting up with my Katie girl tonight I’d handle this situation right now.

Instead I lift the wrench and touch under Mutt’s chin.

“Mutt, I’ll tell you when to make a call or two,” I say. “It’ll get a little bloody around here for a minute. But then it’ll be okay. If you get scared and you fuck this up, I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”