The short trip to the park wasn't too bad, though his work seemed to throw the most bothersome of the jobs at him. Well, getting rid of a person would be easy but disposing of the body and cleaning up evidence had to be done thoroughly that it was just a bother. And a text came through to him that was supposedly circulated to the brothers, -Did you know that turncoat ended up dead?- He was heading to a meeting spot where his thugs got a deadbeat who was far behind on his payment and was attempting to skip town, possibly ask the other gang for a loan. How bothersome. Once he got there, the man was already dead as his thugs couldn't wait, "You bastards, couldn't even wait. You'd better hope you've cleaned up so the cops won't suspect you." he muttered as he got a bag and concrete blocks, enough was to sink a body in water. After a while, the drive to a nearby river was where the body was dumped. "It's so hard to find good help nowadays." he muttered, guessing a couple of more trips of disposing of deadbeats was still on the list.