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‘That you’re fair.’
‘What else?’
‘You hate dirty cops.’
‘Goes without saying. What else?’
‘You don’t like repeating yourself.’
‘And I’m not about to start with a piece of shit like you,’ the AG said. ‘This is a one-time deal. Full immunity in exchange for verified information. I have an hourglass on my desk, Miss Cunningham. Only I know how much time it measures, but I’ll give you this for free – it isn’t an hour. I’ve just turned it over. When there’s no sand in the upper globe, I’m hanging up. You have until then to tell Mr Koenig what he needs to know.’
Cunningham blew out her breath like a horse whinny.
‘Ask your questions,’ she said.
Chapter 73
‘There’s a murder-for-hire team we need to find,’ Koenig said to Cunningham. ‘Help us, you walk out of here with a bleached record. Don’t, and you spend the rest of your life in this rat hole. Somewhere worse if we can find it.’
‘How the hell am I supposed to know—’
‘Rumour is it’s a father and daughter. The father has xanthophobia.’
‘What’s that?’
‘The colour yellow makes him puke like a supermodel.’
Cunningham’s eyes narrowed. Her face went hard. She either knew them or she knew of them. Looked like she was figuring out the best way to play this. She had information and they needed it. Koenig could see her cogs turning.
‘I want access to my bank accounts, and I want a new identity,’ she said. ‘And I want to be relocated. Somewhere warm.’
‘Are you fucking high?’ the AG said. ‘The deal is the deal is the deal. You either talk or you don’t. Believe me when I say I don’t give a rat’s ass what you choose. But if I were you, I’d choose quick ’cause there ain’t much sand left.’
‘I heard of ’em,’ Cunningham admitted. Beaten.
‘Anything you tell me now is covered by the agreement, Miss Cunningham. Anything we find out afterward is not.’
‘They lived under our umbrella,’ she said.
‘You let them operate?’ Koenig said. ‘In return you took a cut of their take?’
Cunningham nodded. ‘What do you want to know?’
‘Start with their names.’
‘The dude’s called Stillwell Hobbs,’ Cunningham said. ‘I don’t know if it’s legit, but it’s the name he used when we met with him.’
‘His daughter?’
‘Harper Nash.’
Draper snorted. ‘Harper Nash and Stillwell Hobbs? Are you shitting me?’
‘Like I said, I ain’t sure they were their real names.’
‘Tell me about Stillwell Hobbs,’ Koenig said. ‘What does he look like? Where does he live? How do you contact him?’
Cunningham shrugged.