Mozzie sits down the gun he had found hidden in the guest room he had used awhile back. He could only assume it used to belong to Byron and probably was kept in the apartment when it was a gaming room and simply moved after his death. He hadn't mentioned it to Neal as he would be able to truthfully deny not knowing it's existence. He had picked it up figuring it might be useful until he got out of town. While he didn't find himself to be a violent man, he knew it had been down to him or Keetes and he found he had no qualms about taking out the guy who had kidnapped Neal. He glanced at Keetes, seeing the single bullet hole to his head and picks up the burner phone to call June.
"Mozzie, dear, what's wrong?" said June, sleepily. "Is Neal okay? It's the middle of the night."
"Hey June. I am not sure how to say this, so I'm going to come out with it." said Mozzie, nervously. June would have every right to be pissed at them. "I used Byron's old gun to kill Keetes - I had stopped by to pick something up and Keetes had a gun."
"What? Are you sure he's dead?" said June, sitting up in bed at her daughter's house. "Does Peter know?"
"It was self defense! And yes, Neal taught me how to use a gun years ago." said Mozzie. "And not yet, he's next on my call list."
"Make it quick. I believe he will try to do damage control." said June, finding herself too happy Neal's kidnapper was dead, even if it cost a headache later. Byron had only told her there was a gun upstairs, she hadn't known for sure and honestly hadn't figured it would be loaded. She would take the fall before it fell back on Neal though if it came to it. "Hopefully you have a second phone?"
"Always, June. Talk to you later." Mozzie hangs up, grabs the spare phone out of his pocket, and calls Peter's cell phone.
Peter jumps as he hears his cell phone ring. Grabbing it out of his pocket, he quickly walks into the master bedroom as to not wake Neal or El. "Hello?"
"Hello Peter." said Mozzie, figuring it was a good time to use the Suit's actual name. "There's some news."
"And you didn't call the burner? What's going on?" said Peter, concerned. "Is it Keetes?" He said the last part in more of a whisper.
"Well yes, and why I called your phone. Keetes is dead." said Mozzie. "I shot him."
"What?" said Peter, louder than he meant. He hears noise from the guest room and figures he woke one of them. "Speak fast as I woke either El or Neal."
"I went to June's to get something. Keetes was waiting here, his plan involved you bringing Neal here once you heard he was headed for you. It appears he spread the rumor." said Mozzie, speaking slowly. "I shot and killed him."
"You have a gun?" said Peter, shocked. "Please tell me it's not Neal's."
"It's not. It was in the guest room I used when I got shot." said Mozzie, truthfully. "I found it, never told Neal as I wouldn't risk the wingtips tossing him in prison over it."
"And why did you have it on you?" said Peter, being torn between being grateful Keetes isn't a danger and trying to figure out how to sort this mess out.
"I was going on the run, Suit. You had to have heard my voicemail by now." said Mozzie exasperated. "What should I do next?"
"Sit still. I'm calling Diana." said Peter. "She will handle your end. I need to not be too involved if I can try to help out our friend."