The longer we keep our previous versions alive, the more at risk we are of getting caught. We decide to go boating very early Monday morning with our doubles, drug them with enough fentanyl to kill them, then toss them overboard.
I take Mike's original, dress him in shorts and t-shirt. Original Mike is doped but not enough that he can't walk, same for original Paul. I drive Mike out, pretend he's drunk and get him onboard the boat. Below deck I give him a knock out drug and tie him up. I make a few trips between my Camaro and boat, hauling weights and tarps. I hang out below deck and call Mike who shows up an hour later with my double.
We inject both with enough fentanyl to kill an elephant and within minutes they stop breathing. The Redondo canyon off LA is 12,000 ft deep – the ideal place to ditch the imposters' bodies. When we reach a good area with no one around, we wrap up the bodies in tarps, tie 100lbs of weight around them and toss them over. They sink quickly to the bottom.
Hours later we get back to Malibu, take a shower together and head out to privately celebrate. We head to our regular hangout for lunch. Our new lives are secure and maybe we can help a few old friends find new lives too.
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