Werefox Vaquero--contract killers

   
   "Werefox Vaquero--contract killers"
   
   Samuel Mars lived in Tennessee.  He was just a dude; next, they asked for it.  Poisoning wasn't enough; then, there was the contract killers put on him.  Possible police involvement--make it look like an arrest and the dude dies in police custody, or they say he was acting up and kill him, or lock him up and kill him.  Or a hokey accident.  Or even by ambulance.  Or a long distance shot from the associates of relatives. 
   Samuel Mars just wanted them to know.  How's that--in America?  
   He went to the market and purchased some Sprite.  He used the contract money he found.  So, if they did get him, well--the killers wouldn't get paid.  He had the money; specifically, buried it, along with all the names, telephone numbers, and so on.  He knew, the white hats would find it if something happened; otherwise, he wouldn't unearth it, rather their actions would axiomatically lead to the truth being unearthed.  
   The day was bright.  He thought about their time in the pits of Pandemonium if they did not stay away.  Oh well, at least baseball season is arriving.  Dodgers will be good this year.