“It doesn’t have a damn thing to do with me,” he dismissively replied.
“But it’s caught a few people’s attention at the Bureau, Achim.”
“There are folks at the Bureau who know exactly who you are…..Pokey doesn’t know and the damn Governor of Louisiana sure as hell doesn’t know either.”
I could feel my anger bubbling up within me. This was the real reason he had come here. He hadn’t come home to spend time with family or make good on repairing our relationship. For Evan, this was just another business trip. He had allowed himself to become an FBI errand boy. A black flunky they would send my way to deliver a not-so-veiled threat. For years, I had suspected the FBI knew about Robert Charles and my activities as a hitman. Now the FBI had sent Evan here to give a shot across my bow. Yet, I
