This kind of shit is bad for business – for both of us.”
Rex just shrugged again. “Not too much, Sheriff. I thought we had a mutually beneficial arrangement.”
The sheriff snorted. No bodies found, no murder, right? The surrounding tables of patrons watched with gleeful shouts and a chorus of encouragement. Any fun is just a byproduct.” He continued, “And listen up: sometime before sunrise, the SUV the two couples took to Gary’s bar, that might just, oh, I don’t know, disappear. It wasn’t exactly a bribe, but it wasn’t exactly not a bribe either. And I don’t like problems. If anyone comes looking for our out-of-towners, like friends or relatives staying at the same motel or resort or whatever… I want you to bring them to me.” Rex smiled. “If this becomes a real pain in my ass and I have to stonewall or engineer a fall-guy for a quadruple-murder investigation, then I’m quadrupling my fee instead of doubling it. Got it?”
The biker leader nodded. “I don’t know nothin’ about any ‘fiefdom,’ but here’s what I do know: I pay you good money.
