Will nodded. He stared at a fleck of dirt marring the red roof of his car, and in his mind’s eye saw Tea’s crooked grin all over again. “Teabag was what his friends called him. Thomas Bagley, Tea. We hit it off and before I knew it, he was giving me blowjobs in the front seat of the squad car on my lunch breaks. We got close real fast. He’d talk nonstop, telling me shit I don’t even think he meant to say. Telling me about his friends, who were part of a gang my department had been trying to bust up for quite some time. Telling me about the drugs they were doing, real vile shit they’d be selling on the street. Before long, he knew he’d said too much, and he told me Squig was looking to shut him up for hanging out with a cop, even if I was a brother.”
“Squig? Didn’t he used to run the Canal Boys?”
“You know him?”