Chapter 144

KEVIN SHIFTED IN THE chair.

Everything hurt. That one-armed asshole had landed way more blows than Kevin thought possible. His jaw was swollen, he was pretty sure he'd bit a chunk out of his tongue, and then there were his ribs. They still hurt from their bathroom brawl. But Kevin couldn't complain too much. Yeah, things weren't going how he wanted them to, but they were still on track. He could spin this to go Speckles' way.

And the bonus?

No manslaughter charges. Yet.

Speckles would have to pull his weight and find out where the files were and get rid of them or they were both fucked.

Kevin, on the other hand, could deal with pretty much any other sentence with good behavior.

Two officers entered the room, neither speaking to him. Detective Bowman had spoken to Kevin at the cabin, but there were no cameras. Nothing to document his confession, so he'd held his tongue until now.

Saving it for the audience.