Nothing had gone according to plan. Frank Griga was dead, and there was no money. All Lugo managed to salvage from this misbegotten mission were the contents of a mailbox.
Doorbal was having a field day -- one victim strangled, another overmedicated. Now he was about to try his hand with some new instruments: a chain saw, an ax, a filleting knife.
His job was damage control, which included renting the U-Haul, standing watch at the warehouse, persuading Lugo to put an end to the grisly barbecue.
The Sun Gym gang's first victim was ready to put them behind bars. But if Schiller had known what awaited him in Miami, he would never have returned for his day in court.
Lugo's mistress knew only that something had gone terribly wrong with that bad Hungarian man. But she was afraid to ask any more questions.
She remembered Doorbal's excessive interest in Griga. So of course shed talked to the cops. Which explained why he and Lugo were confronting her now.
She offered Doorbal an alibi. He offered her a proposal of marriage. But first she had to help him clean the apartment, and that meant getting rid of the blood.
The Golden Beach millionaire had a shroud of sheets and a couch for a coffin. The last rites in the warehouse, however, were positively macabre.
After Doorbal's surgery she was a beauty no more. Investigators had only the manufacturer's information from her breast implants. She was otherwise unrecognizable.
Beatriz's ex-husband had set up the introductions with Griga. Now two people were missing, and his new friend was a suspect.
Krisztina's best friend was frantic as she retraced the couple's last known route. When she saw Lugo's Mercedes, she knew it was a key to the mystery.
The Dade County jail guard liked to brag about his off-hours hobbies: karate and home invasions. He also was good at body disposal, just what the guys needed.
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It was good money for one night's labor: dumping three heavy barrels in a remote drainage canal. It sure beat getting shot with a tranquilizer gun.
Griga's friend couldn't believe what he saw that morning: A total stranger was at the wheel of the missing Lamborghini, heading out to the Everglades.
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The private investigator was relieved that the cops finally were listening to him. But why had it taken so long? Why did Griga and Furton have to pay such a price?
The prosecutor had worked with Schiller for three years, putting together a case against the Sun Gym gang. Then she watched as he walked right into another trap.