”Save it,” Alvarez said coldly. “We’ve had Harlan under federal surveillance for three months. We were waiting for the delivery link to establish conspiracy. You two handed it to us on a silver platter because you couldn’t stand an old man refusing to flinch at a dinner table.”
Voss turned his head toward Harlan, his eyes burning with fury. “You idiot. You left the paper trail on your personal truck?”
”You told me to get him out of the block!” Harlan stammered, his voice rising into a cracked panic. “You said he was nobody! You said he was just some washed-up transfer who had to be put down before his boys got brave!”
”He isn’t nobody,” a quiet voice said from the doorway.
Walt was standing there, accompanied by a senior correctional officer. In his rough hands, he held a carbon-copy document.
”Walt was in the law library forty minutes
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