“Oh, hey, Prez,” Scars said, a bit alarmed. “I agree that he’s the obvious suspect, but we all know him. This is not Dawson’s style. He’d never do it himself, and he’d never sign off on it, either.”
“You think?”
“I really do.” Scars was firm; he thought lots of bad s**t about Dawson, naturally, but he wasn’t about to start blaming the i***t for everything, as tempting as it was. “Now… I’m not so sure about some of his boys, mind you.”
“You think one of his crew might have done this behind his back?”
“Maybe. We don’t know all of the guys over there, but the guys that we do know – our former brothers – have already demonstrated a lack of loyalty to their President. If they can f**k you over, why wouldn't they do the same to Dawson?”
“Hmmmm.” Wolf stared at the finger. “We need to get so
