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After the meeting, V.E. Gully picked up the phone. He dialed a number that he kept in reserve for situations like this.
“Mr. Smith? It’ V.E. Gully. Look I got a little job for you.”
On the other end of the line, Smith replied. “I’m listening.”
“There are these two guys who are poking their noses into my business. I’m thinking it would be best if they didn’t do that.” Gully picked up a pen and lightly tapped it on the desk.
“How would you like this handled? Do you want any wetwork involved?”
“Not just yet. Let’s try a little friendly persuasion first. Let’s see if we can politely ask them to keep away from what they’re looking into and to keep their mouths shut. Maybe offer a little cash incentive. Say, ten grand?”
“That is doable. Who are the targets?”
Gully picked up the photo from his desk and stared at it. “Two guys. One of them is Asian looking, short, black hair. The other is white, with grey hair, looks like he never combs it. They’re known as The Good Guys. My sources say they can be found in the phonebook. Heard of them?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard of them. They have a habit of sticking their noses into other people’s business. They also have a reputation for not quitting once they get onto the trail of something. Paying them off might not work.”
“Well, let’s start with that as an opener. We can all be friends right?”
“If you say so.”
“If they don’t take to the money, then you can rough them up a bit. Try to make them understand that messing with my business can be a painful experience.”
“Understood. And if that doesn’t work?”
“Then you’ll just have to take them out. Just make sure that the bodies can’t be found afterward.”
“I always do.”
“Good man. I’ll send a courier over with the cash for the bribe, along with your usual fee.”
“I look forward to it.”
“Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Smith.”
“I’m sure it is.”
The line went dead and Gully hung up the phone. He went over to the shredder and ran the photo through. He went to the wall and swung a reproduction of ‘Venus and the Lute Player’ back to reveal a safe. Quickly keying the lock, he opened the door and took out several bundles of bills. He closed the door, made sure it was locked, then swung the painting back into pace.
He crossed to his desk and punched the intercom. “Miss Merriweather? Can you send a courier to my office? I have a package that needs delivery. Thank you.”