The Job 6

Part 46: Pursuit Of Happiness

"What the fuck happened?" Questioned Ricardo, clearly through gritted teeth despite being over the phone.

"Well it seems as though he was tortured and then killed" responded Salvador, inspecting what was in front of him.

"And what about Sergio?" Asked Ricardo, trying to remain calm but his patience running thin.

"He hasn't picked up any time we've called him" answered Salvador. "I've sent some people over there to find out what's going on but I'm already suspecting the same thing as here."

It was only the next day since Milo and the others had been at Gabriel's house and had killed him but the Reyes gang were quick to respond to this apparent disappearance. Apparently it was correct to say they'd notice more when someone that wasn't Sergio went missing because it didn't take them long to notice something was off and rive over to Gabriel's house. There had been no need for them to break in because one, they had spare keys and two, the door was left slightly open. Obviously no one answered when they entered, calling out his name was mainly to let possible intruders know there was people here now. They made their way around the house until they came across Gabriel's body, still where it had been left. Tied up in the chair with a bloody knee, the occasional burn mark across his chest, and a thermometer sticking out one of his ears. All things considered it was a lot less bloodier than what they were going to find in Sergio's house. Salvador walked over to Gabriel's body and crouched down so he was sort of at the same level as it. He took in every small detail and it didn't take him long to figure out there had been a struggle beforehand. Light bruising on certain parts of his body was older than some of the other wounds, meaning they had most likely been done ahead of the obvious torture. The knee injury was clearly done as a precaution because the blood was just a little bit more dry than the blood that had dripped from the ear intrusion, probably to stop him from running. Obviously the thermometer stabbing into his brain was the thing that finished him off, whoever did this didn't need him around anymore because they got what they came for so they got rid of him. It's what any normal person would do in their line of work. Salvador's talent of deducing these facts was a blessing and a curse. He enjoyed possibly being the smartest out of his brothers but it also meant he was the one that always had to go deal with things like this. After standing up again, that's when he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone to call Ricardo.

"So what do you want to do about this?" Wondered Salvador, wandering around the house room to room in case there was any other evidence left behind. "This was apparently the main thing they came here to do."

"I don't fucking know what to do" responded Ricardo, his somewhat calm demeanor quickly disintegrating into nothing. "Someone is killing us off one by one and we have no clue who it might be."

"Well, there's hundreds of people who it might be but I have a pretty good idea of who it probably is" said Salvador, returning to Gabriel's body but standing in the doorway. "At least around here there's a large chance it's him."

"How could it possibly be him?" Asked Ricardo. "We dealt with him... he's dead."

"We never actually found a body" answered Salvador, sighing. "We just let everyone believe it was us that killed him."

"There was too much blood in that kitchen for someone to survive without" said Ricardo, becoming even more frustrated. "Milo is dead."

"Sure... if you say so" replied Salvador, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, what do you want doing with Gabriel and most likely Sergio?"

"Take care of their bodies as respectfully as you can... they're our brothers after all" said Ricardo, rubbing his temple with the hand that wasn't balled up into a fist so tight his knuckles appeared as if they might pop. "After you've done that get back here as soon as you can, we have to go over."