Chapter 5

“Mr. Farro, this is Walter Brooks and Pat Young,” the head of the local Marshals Service said by way of introduction. “They’ll be with you 24/7 to keep you safe.”

“Only two of them?” Carlo asked in disbelief.

Walter Brooks nodded. “If you behave and do as you’re told, we’re all you’ll need except during transportation to and from any pre-trial hearings, and the trial itself, while you’re in the court house.”

Carlo seemed skeptical. “If you say so.” He eyed the men. Brooks was just over six-foot, well-built, with dark, sun-streaked hair—and not bad looking, in Carlo’s opinion. Young topped out at six-three, Carlo guessed, with blond hair and a muscular build.

Young chuckled. “We know what we’re doing, starting with getting you out of here to a safe-house.”

“I’m all for that. I’m tired of looking at the same four walls.”

“Then, if you’ll come with us.” Brooks opened the door, checking the hallway before stepping out, one hand resting on the butt of his gun.