“I don’t know what he wants. Like most guys in his line of work, he wants respect, power, he wants territory. But your boy Tag can’t give him any of those things. Tag doesn’t have a patch that he can give up, he’s already disrespected Hexam. Money won’t do it because Hexam has a regular income and can squeeze any guy he wants. Hexam won’t be bought.”
“Okay,” she said, nodding. Hope might be the only thing to get them through this, because although she felt like they were developing a plan, the information they had to work from wasn’t encouraging. Pulling Tag out of a tough spot would help her to feel better about all the times he’d done it for her. “So we need to find out what Hexam wants and then we need to get it for him.”
“We?” he asked, so incredulous that his brows angled.
“Yeah.”
