Chapter 18
“Well, this f*****g day went from sugar to shit.” Josh took a sip of coffee, and grimaced. “How old is this?”
“Who knows, and who cares?” Matt grumbled from where he was slumped in the chair across the table from him. “Josh, you know the kind of s**t I’ve seen. In Vice, I came across a lot of dead dealers who tried to screw their suppliers, and a lot of gang-related deaths.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Let me tell you, those fuckers could be sadistic. They’d torture people for days, but that was a slow, deliberate thing. What we saw today was the most violent death I’ve ever seen. Walters wasn’t shitting us…she’s dangerous.”
“Think we knew that already,” Josh pointed out. “But you’re right. One thing to slice up someone bound and helpless, but…” He whistled. “That guy had to be six-th
