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The Blame Game
Author: Sandra A. Noir
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Dane took out his phone. I think I’ll call Butcher, he said to himself, then dialed the number.

“Butcher,” he said as the line connected. “Sir… what are we going to do from here? The hand’s been detached. Ben is dead. This isn’t going to be easy.”

There was a pause on the line before Butcher replied, calm as always.

“Wrap the body. Wrap it.”

“Find somewhere to keep that body—Ben’s body. Then bring Trey back. I’m going to need to teach him a lesson,” Butcher said.

“What about Leo?” Dane asked.

“He’s still a problem. He’s proven to be a menace. I’m thinking of disowning him. I don’t want him to be my adopted son anymore,” Butcher replied.

“Right, sir. So what should I do?”

“Grab the body, put it in a bag or sack. Keep it whole. After that, I’ll tell you where to store it,” Butcher instructed. “Once you’re done, you’ll take Trey to where Richie is. Trey will have to meet Richie and tell him Richie was the one who did this to Ben.”

Dane frowned. “Ben’s going to take all the blame?”

“Butch
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