Page 438 of Sticks and Stones
Oh, they knew.
Corbin knew now too.
Out of rage, Gene grabbed him by the jaw.
“Did you know they broke his teeth, and they hurt his jaw by forcing their foul ass dicks down his throat?” he asked, slamming him against the wall again and again.
It put a dent in the wall.
He whimpered.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”
Ethan switched back over, trying to keep Cash off his toes. Luckily for him, there was a room full of Feds out there, so they couldn’t hurt the man.
Oh, they could scare him, but he’d walk out of here and it wasn’t fair.
Corbin had to crawl for his life.
“Where did he meet this piece of shit?” he asked. “Where did he meet the seller?”
Cash whimpered.
“I’m not one hundred percent sure. All I know is he offered him money. Big money. He told Renegade it was a cash grab. He’d make sure he stayed safe, and no one would be able to touch him.”
Gene looked at his partner.
He’d gotten a call blowing Corbin’s cover, and now this person promised protection?
He didn’t like this.
Why?
It felt like a cop had betrayed Corbin. It had to be someone who knew he’d gone undercover, and that list was very short.
Kip Rivett
Payton Eastcott
Drake Herman—the commissioner.
Captain Oliver Guy
Oh, and if Gene found out it was one of them, he was going to burn this city to the ground.
Bet.
On.
It.
“I’d keep talking,” Ethan admitted. “So someone was going to protect him if he helped him out. Someone who offered them money.”
He nodded.
“Renegade runs his mouth when he’s drunk or high. He had a lot of beer that night. He was telling everyone that the guy had been dirt poor, and now, he was filthy rich. Now, he could hobnob with the wealthy, and not be anyone’s slave.”
Shit.
