Ricky kept going over those photos, scrutinizing every detail. Just like Lisa said, there weren't any slip-ups. It was clear she’d been plotting Chloe's demise for quite some time, given all the meticulous planning.
"But the Moncada family, they’re the big shots in Riverbrook. How on earth am I supposed to get into their wedding?" Ricky questioned.
Lisa casually pulled out an invitation from her pocket. "The wedding reception is at the top floor ballroom of the Caesar Tower. All you need is this invite to get in. Chloe’s the maid of honor, so she’ll be easy to spot. Make sure it’s a clean shot. I’ve got a hacker to mess with the hotel’s cameras, so you won’t get caught on tape. Plus, I've bribed some hotel staff to cut the power once you make your move, giving you plenty of time to scram. A van will be waiting outside to whisk you straight to the airport."
It all seemed like a foolproof plan. The fifty million dollars and the allure of Las Vegas were like a devil’s whisper in his ear. Still, Ricky hesitated. "What if things go sideways, and I can’t get away? Or worse, if I get nabbed on the spot?"
He knew the Moncada wedding would be crawling with security. It wouldn’t be as easy as Lisa made it out to be. Any hiccup, and he’d be throwing his life away.
Lisa chimed in, "If you do get caught or can’t escape, just take me hostage. I’ll play along, help you get out. That way, it’s a sure thing."
Ricky mulled it over for a while before finally agreeing. "Alright, Lisa, I’ll help you take care of Chloe. But you better stick to your word. If I get caught, you’re coming to the slammer with me."
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