Page 112 of My Crazy Killers
“I wired the money to Harry,” Elias asks, changing the subject.
“I bet he’s happy,” Dex says with a grin.
We had decided that we never would have made it out ofRussia alive without Harry’s help, so we sent him five hundred grand to help fund his tech inventions.
“You guys want to hear the case I got?” Elias asks.
“Yes!” I ask excitedly as we move to the living room, and he lays the papers out on the table.
“Wait!” Pete says, stopping him. “I want to see what they’re saying about the child trafficker we took care of in Kentucky last week. You found the article, right?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Elias says with a sigh, grabbing his phone and pulling up the article.
“Okay, here it is.” He clears his throat and starts to read.
“Shaun Watson was found dead in his home Tuesday afternoon after an anonymous call prompted police to conduct a welfare check. Watson had recently been acquitted on multiple child trafficking charges following procedural errors that compromised key evidence in the case.
“Authorities have declined to release the official cause of death, stating that the investigation remains ongoing. Despite the lack of details, families connected to the original case have publicly expressed relief, calling the killing an act of justice long denied through the courts.
“With no suspects and no viable leads, the individual responsible has already been given a name by the community: The Undertaker. A figure believed to target those who escape accountability, and to finish what the system leaves undone. The name reflects the belief that once he arrives, there is no appeal, no reversal, and no second chance.”
“That’s it!” I exclaim excitedly.
“What is?” Dex asks in confusion.
“The Undertakers! That should be our name!”
Everyone takes a second to let it sink in, then finally, Sly nods inapproval. “It’s perfect.”
The End
