I smiled at him. He knew it wasn't me who killed Morrison. Therefore he knew who had. Therefore he knew who Morrison's bosses were. Simple as that. Three little words, and I was getting somewhere. I moved the blade a fraction closer to his big red face.
"Want me to use this on you?" I said.
Spivey looked around wildly. Saw the gate guard thirty yards away.
"He's not going to help you," I said. "He hates your useless fat guts. He's just a guard. You sucked a*s and got promotion. He wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire. Why should he?"
"So what do you want?" Spivey said.
"Friday," I said. "What was the deal?"
"And if I tell you?" he said.
I shrugged at him.
"Depends what you tell me," I said. "You tell me the truth, I'll let you go back inside. Want to tell me the truth?"
He did
