33“Whoa, Bella.”
Dawna held up her hands like she was trying to turn a bolting horse in a different direction.
“I’m interested in Ramsey,” she said. “You can tell me about him. You don’t need to know anything else.”
Need to know.
Some of us love to misuse those words.
I fell back on them when I didn’t want to answer Pat’s question.
Dawna had the same motive.
What was her game?
“I won’t tell you another thing,” I said. “Not until I know where my intell will end up.”
She opened her mouth to protest.
I cut her off.
“I know why we keep confidential informants in the dark,” I said. “But you and I are pros. Those reasons don’t apply to us.”
I thought she’d chew her lip in two before she finally coughed up the name.
“Liam. He’s on the special counsel’s team.”
Last night, I learned t
