Jander resisted what every inch of his body was telling him: kill Dennis, now. But he'd get his due for this. Nobody crosses Jander Mulboon.
He continued pacing ignoring what Dennis said, despite it being a relatively good idea. "I know what we'll do." He snapped his fingers. "We'll make it look like burglars tried to fake her suicide. Only we'll do a shoddy ass job of it so suspicion doesn't bare down on us." Jander's ego told him no one would suspect him of a ridiculously sloppy ploy like that.