Liquidation
He used to pass for a big shot. They said he could play crypto like a fiddle — true or not, it hardly matters now.
I trusted him personally. Not because he promised me the moon, but because, well, he charmed me. Handsome too, damn him.
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One fine morning the ground opened up and swallowed him. The markets had just crashed. He knew what was coming, so he dug himself a deep hole to hide in. He hadn’t counted on the hounds I sent after him.
He took three loads of buckshot: two to the gut, and later a mercy round straight through that pretty empty head of his. Only the tattoos could have identified him, but that got handled too — my boys fed him into a shredder.
I made sure the details leaked, for the edification and compliance of his whole breed.
