Ryan Blackwood sat across from Detective Morrison in a private booth at an upscale steakhouse downtown. The restaurant was nearly empty at three in the afternoon, which was exactly why Ryan had chosen it.
Morrison cut into his steak, not looking at Ryan. "I don't like this. Planting evidence crosses a line."
"You crossed that line years ago." Ryan slid an envelope across the table. "Fifty thousand dollars. Cash. Untraceable."
Morrison glanced at the envelope but didn't touch it. "If this goes sideways, my career is over."
"It won't go sideways. Marcus Chen is a nobody with no connections, no money, no lawyer. He'll be convicted before anyone even questions the evidence." Ryan leaned back. "All you need to do is plant the cocaine in his locker, make an anonymous tip, and show up to make
