After Camaro dragged Lord's body into the bathtub containing sodium hydroxide with a small, flat heating unit set to 270 degrees underneath he knew he had a few hours until the body dissolved so he went into the living room and sat on the couch next to his aunt Stacy. She watched him sit down and sighed. He nudged her cigarettes closer.
“Thanks” she said.
“You are welcome” he replied.
“No” she said. “Not just for this. For handling Lord. Normally I would've done it but since I used to date the guy it makes it a bit awkward. That son of a bitch. I can't believe he tried to kill us. Something is really wrong. We need to find out who hired him and kill them.”
“How do you suggest we begin?” Camaro asked. He slid the ashtray towards Stacy before she could flick the ashes on the floor.
“Reverse track the asshole” she said. “How good are your computer skills?”
“Very good” he said.
“Okay then” Stacy said and took a long drag from her cigarette, sending her into a coughing fit. “Jesus. That was a good one. Anyway, I need you to get every number from Lord's phone. Names, addresses, whatever you can find. Obviously our services are no longer needed.” Stacy paused and waited for a reaction from Camaro. After getting none she continued. “When we're finished we gotta move. You okay with that?”
“Yes” he said.
“Good” she said as she bit her bottom lip.