Chapter Thirty-Seven
“Teach,” I said, crouching next to Harlon. “Why do you want him dead?”
“What?” The man groaned. “Call me an ambulance!”
“Wrong answer,” I replied, slapping him across the face. “Let’s try again. Roland Teach, why do you want him dead?”
“Jesus! I don’t. I mean I don’t even know him. Never even heard of that son-of-a-b***h until the boss mentioned it. He’s got a real hard-on for the guy though; I think he’s afraid of him or something.”
“The boss? Who? Who mentioned it?”
“I don’t know. Never met him in person. Phone calls and email only.”
“Bullshit.”
“I swear.”
“So, tell me. If you don’t care about Teach, why did you have me chasing him all over the city?”
“Just…. part of the deal. A perfect deal in fact.”
“Talk.”
“I need … my chest.”
I pressed the handle of
