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“He is the one,” Mateo said quietly. “Same guy who dropped off the empty envelope at your house.”
I walked toward the chair slowly, my shoes echoing against the concrete floor. The man’s eyes widened the closer I got.
“I don’t know anything,” he stammered before I said a word.
Mateo spoke up, tone flat. “That’s what he has been saying all morning. He claims not to know Judas and says he has never met him.”
I crouched down in front of him, meeting his eye level. “That’s funny,” I murmured, “because you were confident enough to walk into my building and leave something for me. Which tells me two things: either you are very brave… or very stupid.”
“I was just a messenger. I swear.”
I smiled. “Oh, I believe you.”
Relief flickered in his eyes for a moment—until I stood, pulled off my
