Chapter 83

Shit!

“But why? He was forced to do it,” I argued.

“He didn’t say why, just that he had no choice. However, I think I can reduce his sentence for testimony against Remmy and Griffin, and for what he overheard in the bar that night between them and Carl.”

Damn it.

“Did you find the stolen goods?” I asked, wanting to lay that part to rest.

“Remmy told us the stuff was buried in a box behind the barn, two feet deep in the ground. One of the guys found a shovel and dug it up. Everything was there.”

“Christ.” I looked around me. All four men were in separate cop cars. I was only interested in two of them, though. I walked over to where Carl sat in the back of a vehicle. The window was halfway down.

“You fucking bastard!” he shouted, trying to free his hands from the cuffs, which was impossible, unless he had some skill as an escape artist.