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They’d run Kip and Payton’s financials when they worked that one case, but neither was rich.
They were comfortable, specifically Kip, since his wife had been an ME.
A part of him wanted to remove them from the list, but they’d found them at the café, and said the commissioner wanted them here.
Could that be a lie?
Did they miss something?
Ethan pushed the wooden table leg up, precariously pressing on the man’s junk.
It kept him talking.
“Renegade was mostly in it for the fucking. The guy let them use the men for a few days before they were passed off as long as they didn’t damage the merchandise. He kept telling his guys that, but the night the cop was in, he told them to have fun.”
Gene roared in anger, and Cash pissed himself.
“Please,” he said.
Oh, there was no please.
Ethan got him to focus on him, as he avoided the puddle of piss between the man’s legs on the floor.
“Tell us about the buyer. Renegade said he drove a Benz,” he said.
Cash didn’t hesitate. If Renegade wasn’t in there, and they knew details, that told him everything he needed to know.
They caught him.
“That’s the car that backed into the alley,” he admitted. “I remember thinking that Renegade doesn’t know anyone with that kind of money.”
Gene needed more.
“If you don’t tell us everything you know, you’re going where they are,” he said. “They’re at Camp Concrete in Gitmo,” he said. “If you don’t give me something I can use, you’re joining them.”
He was shaking.
“I don’t know much more. I never saw the guy! He never got out!”
Gene stared at him.
“Think,” he said. “We know it’s a white Benz. What’s the plate number?”
The man looked confused.
“It’s not white,” he said. “It’s silver, and it has a little disco ball hanging from the rearview mirror. That’s all I know!”
The second he saw it, Ethan looked at Gene.
“Uh-oh,” he said.
Gene glanced over when his partner said that.
“What?” he asked.
He slapped Gene on the arm.
“We saw a silver Benz…”
