The CleanSweep Counterstrike

"What lengths are you willing to go to help me?"

"You’ve paid well," Trevor said. He paused as if searching for the right words. "I've even grown fond of you. I cheered for CleanSweep. It should have worked. The police and government are so embarrassed they’ll want to keep the truth well buried. It's awkward for them to admit it almost worked. But it isn't the government you have to worry about, is it?"

Claussen’s face drained of blood. He knew who Trevor was talking about. He started to say something but realized Trevor wasn't finished.

"The Brotherhood’s agents came close to catching you at least twice, too close for comfort,” Trevor said. “That’s not your only problem, however. It’s your thirst for revenge that will do you in. Are you listening? That business in Florida was pure nonsense, allowing the detective and the amateur blogger to get the upper hand." He paused and gave Claussen the stink-eye. "If I didn't have Teddy Roosevelt planted in your crew, you would be gator bait on a river bank in Florida."