Page 190 of Sticks and Stones
“What?”
Greyson broke it to him.
“That wasn’t about the case we’re working. That was something completely different. We were just notified that Willis Finch, Javier’s bitch who turned state’s evidence, was just found dead in his cell. Someone sliced his throat this morning.”
Gene stared at him.
For a brief minute, he let that soak in, and the reality of it sucked.
Why?
Because he knew what was coming after that.
He’d worked in law enforcement long enough to know that this was a one-two punch.
This wouldn’t be the bad part.
Fuck Finch.
He had it coming.
The truly terrible part was about to hit any second now, and it would really suck.
“Now tell me the bad news,” he said, waiting for Greyson to do the deed, and if he was right, he wanted to weep.
“Unfortunately, since theONLYnon-FBI witness is dead, and Javier was locked in jail, he had no contact with anyone.”
Yep.
He was right.
“Javier’s attorney is petitioning the court for release on bail. They lost their star witness. He’s likely getting out now. They won’t be able to hold him.”
Oh, shit.
Gene knew they didn’t have a lot of time. Honestly, it had been really nice being able to move around without having a bullseye on his back.
Now, that looked to be over.
Soon.
“How long do we have until that piece of shit is out on bail?” he asked.
He told him, and he wished he didn’t have to be the one to break it to him.
“He’ll be out by Monday if a judge grants it. That’s the soonest.”
Well, shit.
This was about to be fun again—if by fun he meant dangerous as fuck.
The clock was now ticking.
Not only were they playing a dangerous game for the FBI, but in the next few days, once Javier bribed a judge, and he would, he was back out and looking for them.
Well, that was shitty.
He sighed.
