Chapter 32: CONNOR

I was waiting for one name. I don't know how I was so sure that it was the one I suspected. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part. Maybe it was just me looking for any excuse to bury the fuck because he was the only one other than me to have laid hands on my woman. Don't ask me why the fuck that bothers me; it just does.

Still, it wasn't reason enough to off a motherfucker. This shit might be, though.

"So you've been smuggling drugs in and laundering money out for the past two years, and no one got wind of it."

"We were always careful I was just the go-between kind of."

"Kill the bullshit; we've seen the paper trail; you're up to your eyeballs in this shit. Now what we want to know is how does the Dupre foundation play into all this?"

"How do you know about that?"

"I'm asking the questions here, asshole. Now talk."