after you pulled Mercer out of his bunk,” Captain Miller said, looking at Voss with open disgust. “He didn’t start a fight. He didn’t break a single rule. He filed an emergency preservation of evidence motion with the federal monitor, citing an active interstate grand jury where Mercer was called as a material witness six years ago.”
Miller stepped closer to the table, looking down at Voss.
”You thought you were flexing on an easy target, Curtis. Daniel Mercer hasn’t held a club title in five years, but he spent twenty-five years before that making sure governors, marshals, and every regional boss from California to Texas knew that if he gave his word, it held. When he retired, both the state and the streets agreed to leave him alone because his word kept five separate desert wars from burning down three state lines.”
Voss stared at me, his mouth opening
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