Drake did as he’d promised.
He went to the police station, the Roussou one. I wondered if he’d changed his mind because the only dirty cops in Roussou were the ones who gave my brother information. Maybe. Who knew. But for whatever reason, he went there instead. I knew Drake had asked for immunity in exchange for his tale, but I didn’t know if he’d get it. I hoped for that.
Either way, by noon, everyone had been apprehended.
Race’s dad.
The dirty cop in the FCPD.
The sellers—leaving the Ryerson crew leaderless yet again.
I wondered if they were going to take the hint and just disband. And Alex went to rehab. I was losing count of how many times he’d been there. Maybe one day it would stick. I hoped so.
Zellman took the news identifying Sunday’s baby daddy fairly well, considering th
