“Anything else?”
“A priest.”
“He’ll be given his final rights when he’s transferred,” Valez says.
“Get the man a priest or so help me God…,” Riggs grunts.
“We want the priest present when the daughters come to visit,” I say, not really sure where the fuck I was going with this since it was Mike’s idea. I can’t imagine any kind of good coming from the girls being there when Vic is read his last rights.
“Fine,” he agrees.
Reaching into Valez’s jacket, I pat him down, searching for his phone. I pull it out of his jacket pocket and hand it to him.
“Call the prison, Valez,” I order, pausing for a moment. “Now.” He stares at the phone in my hand momentarily.
“Well, he didn’t fucking stutter,” Riggs growls. I watch intently as Valez reaches for the phone.
‘Thatta boy.
I’ve still got it.