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He said nothing.
“Tell me you can tie Cyrus Pittman to all this, man,” I said. “Tell me you’ve got a lead and can keep her safe from that motherfucker.”
He cleared his throat, his gaze roaming to the window. It was well known that Pittman basically ran the town of Redemption and had for years. The slimy fuck had deep pockets and even deeper ties to those in power and would do anything he needed to in order to maintain his position. If those ties included Mateo, I wasn’t sure what—
“I’m working on it,” he said, killing my thoughts.
“Working on it?”
“And I could use some help.”
I snapped up taller in my seat at the unexpected turn. “Help?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of help?”
His gaze narrowed and I felt the air shift in the room. “The dangerous kind that I have no right to ask of you.”
“Dangerous?”
I wasn’t sure what it said about me that my immediate reaction to that word was the same as when I used to drag race. Or my first day in prison. Pure adrenaline.
“Yes.” He stood and paced to the window, his gaze on the street, his hands shoved in his pockets. “What I’m going to tell you today can’t leave this room, Adam.”
“Okay.”
He shot me a look, which I met head-on. If I was good at anything, it was keeping secrets. I’d been keeping my own for years.
“I think this shit with Pittman goes a lot deeper than cooked books at the church and what’s going on with Faith.”
“How much deeper?”
“He’s been running drugs for years—you know that.”
I nodded, every muscle in my body taut. How well I knew.
“He had at least the last two police chiefs in his pocket. But, for whatever reason, when they wouldn’t play ball anymore—” He turned and leaned on the window frame. “He had them murdered.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeah. Not just that. I think I’m not far down on his hit list.”
“Mateo—”
He waved me off. “I’ve got the bodies. I’ve got the autopsies. I’ve got a lot of circumstantial evidence. Just nothing that’ll stick. Yet. Especially in a town where, as we both know, he’s got a lot of people in his pocket.” He let that sink in a moment. “So, needless to say, I’m not one hundred percent sure who I can trust, even among my own men.”
“Which is why you’re asking me for help instead of them?”
“Yes.”
My fingers flexed. “To do what exactly?”
He moved back behind his desk and sat again. “Basically, what you already offered. Work with Guidry. And hopefully, eventually, Pittman. Get me the intel I need to bring him down. I’ll let the court know you’ve cooperated, and it should help shorten your parole. It’s a win-win.”
Some of that adrenaline cooled in my chest. “I told them I could get close to Faith.”
“We can work with that.”
