Revenge Of The Hidden Boss

Chapter 10

Gernacho wasn't scared of being arrested and everything about his looks just made it clear that he wasn't even remorseful. “I'm a broke man in a world where we the broke people don't matter, I clean the floors and nobody pays me good money, I became a hitman and I got $15,000 in a few hours.” He spoke to himself like someone who was mentally ill.

At the station, Detective Martinez sat across from Gernacho in the interrogation room which was dimly lit on purpose. The janitor-turned-assassin looked ready for whatever was about to come, he knew the consequences of what he did. But for some reason, his hands kept trembling in cuffs. Two officers flanked the door, their eyes fixed on him like hawks. “That crazy son of a bitch might run away if we relax for one second.” One of them said.

Martinez leaned back in his chair with his normal unreadable expression. “So, Gernacho, let’s make this easy. We’ve got enough to bury you, but if you cooperate, maybe the judge will go lighter on you. Start talking.”

“Is that supposed to scare me or something?” Gernacho mumbled. His lips twitched for a while as if he were deciding between just staying silent and going on to spill everything. After a tense pause, he sighed deeply and everyone could tell he was about to say everything. He looked at Martinez and said “Fine. What do you want to know?”

Martinez leaned forward, folding his hands on the table. “Start with Jonathan Gusman. What were you doing in his hospital room?”

Gernacho scoffed. “What do you think? I was just making sure he didn’t survive. I needed that fool gone.”

“Fool? Why would he want Jonathan dead too?” Martinez’s jaw tightened. “Explain yourself.”

“The meds were working,” Gernacho admitted with a shrug. “That rich guy was recovering just fine. But I couldn’t let that happen. Every time the doctors gave him something to help him heal, I made sure it didn’t work. I injected other substances into his drips, just enough to keep him weak and make it seem like he wasn’t getting better.”

Something was odd about Gernacho, he rather seemed proud of his crimes, “Is he mentally ill? Or he's faking so he won't stand trial?”

“I messed him up and I would've wasted him and his brother Bruce soon enough.”

Martinez slammed his fist on the table in anger, startling everyone. “You sick bastard. Why would you do something so crazy? What did Jonathan ever do to you? You Asshole!”

Gernacho smiled like a lunatic “It wasn’t about him,” he said, his tone cold. “It was about Bruce.”

“What does Bruce have to do with this?”

Gernacho sighed, slumping back in his chair. “It all started with Forbes. That greedy old fool who has a whore as a daughter, he is the reason we’re here.”

“Keep talking,” Martinez ordered, his voice sharp.

“One night, while I was cleaning the floors at Forbes Salvator’s house, I overheard a conversation,” Gernacho began. “He was talking to Cassie, saying Bruce needed to be killed. Bruce was becoming a problem for their company, he was respected by all the other workers and they valued him more than Forbes, and when Bruce caught Cassie cheating, they all knew he's definitely going to leave Cassie and leave the company. Forbes wanted him out of the picture before he would convince the other members of the company to leave along with him, Forbes wanted him gone permanently.”

Martinez raised an eyebrow. “So Forbes hired you? To eliminate Bruce.”

Gernacho smirked. “Not exactly. I knew Forbes was going to look for someone to do the dirty work. So I set a trap.”

“A trap?” Martinez highlighted.

“Yeah,” Gernacho said with pride. “I created a fake website offering hitman services. Nothing fancy, just enough to look convincing. I knew Forbes would eventually search for someone discreet, and when he did, he found my site.”

Martinez shook his head, he found himself being disappointed that a man with quick reasoning like Gernacho would prefer to use his brains for crime.

“So Forbes had no idea he was hiring his own janitor?”

Gernacho chuckled darkly. “None. We communicated through email. He thought I was some professional hitman. He offered me $15,000 upfront and promised another $15,000 when the job was done.”

“And the job was to kill Bruce,” Martinez highlighted again.

“Yes,” Gernacho said. “I tracked Bruce down, waited for the right moment,”

“and you shot him.”

“Yes! And I shot him. Then I sent Forbes proof”

“What was the proof?”

“I sent him pictures of Bruce bleeding out on his floor.”

“And Forbes didn’t pay you the rest?” Martinez guessed.

Gernacho’s face darkened. “That’s right. The bastard ghosted me. I risked everything, and he just decided I wasn’t worth the second payment. That’s when I decided to screw him over.”

Martinez nodded, everything Gernacho said just confirmed what he had in mind, it just helped him in piecing the puzzle together. “So you decided to screw Forbes over by going to the police with the information about Forbes hiring a hitman.”

Gernacho smirked. “Why not? If I wasn’t getting the rest of the $15,000, I wasn’t about to let him get away with it.”

Martinez leaned back in his chair, his face said it all, he didn't need to say how disgusted he was at every confession made in that room. “So all of this, the fake website, the attack on Bruce, the sabotage of Jonathan’s recovery, it was because of money?”

“Call it what you want,” Gernacho sneered. “But Forbes started it. He wanted Bruce dead, and I just made it happen. If he had paid me like he promised, none of this would’ve happened.”

Martinez shook his head, standing up from his chair powerfully. “You’re done!” He hit his hand on the table “You hear me? I said you're done Gernacho. You’ve confessed to enough crimes to keep you locked up for the rest of your miserable life.”

Gernacho remained calm and he cared less. He just shrugged saying “Yeah, well, maybe Forbes will join me in there and stay with me in prison for the rest of his life too.”

Martinez looked at him from the corner of his eyes, then gestured to the officers. “Take this crazy bastard away.”