“If I help you,” I said slowly, “I need something in return.”
“You’re facing seven murder charges. You’re not in a position to negotiate.”
“Not for me.” I met her eyes. “For Bobby’s widow. Eddie’s kids. Protection. And their names kept clean. Whatever you think happened in ’86, they weren’t involved.”
She studied me for a long moment. “Start talking, and I’ll see what I can do.”
I took a deep breath. The betrayal of breaking the code burned worse than the bullet wound. But my brothers deserved justice.
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