Page 97 of Rules of Engagement
"I'll decide the charges."
"Really, there's nothing to charge me with since nothing happened," said the man, "but I'll admit shooting at the woman and her guy. Again, not a murder charge, or even attempted murder. I'll do some time, but not for that."
"Who put you up to it?"
"Don't know his name but I met him at an auto bodyshop on Ninth Street. His choice of venue. Didn't look like he worked there so it was probably just a convenient location. He paid me five grand to shake up some guy and cause a big scare."
"You sound pretty scared," said Garrett.
"I am. I have a family. Please, you have to help me. I'm confessing! What more do you want from me?"
"Tell me what the man at the bodyshop looks like."
"Five-ten, dark hair, Caucasian. Got a birthmark the size of a dime on his right hand. Dresses like he's into stocks or some other kind of profitable business. Expensive clothes and shoes. Nice watch. He got into a Mercedes afterwards."
"That sounds like Grant Copley," said Maddox. "This finally connects the dots."
"Which is great, but it doesn't help us find Damien," I said.
"No, it doesn't but we’re getting very close to finding out what is going on."
