5 Chapter 5

“My name is Garret Marsden.” He almost smiled as he added, “My friends call me Mars. I work for C21.”

“Never heard of it.”

“We keep a low profile.” Marsden stood, giving a nod toward the back exit to the bar. “If you would, please.”

Dylan looked up at him. “Why the hell should I trust you.”

Marsden chortled. “You probably shouldn’t, but given the photo—and I do have duplicates—you might want to at least hear me out.”

“Damn it to hell-and-gone, I’m fucking sick and tired of people trying to blackmail me into doing things.”

Resting his hands on the table, Marsden stated, “That’s why you killed Mr. Samson.”

Given that the photo in question showed him kneeling over Tommy, blood evident on the floor, Dylan couldn’t deny what Marsden had said. With a sigh, he got up as well and followed Marsden out of the bar into the alley behind it. When they passed the bar’s dumpster, Mars said, “Give me your phone.”

“Why?”

“Because the cops can use it to find you.”