Dane
In the dark of the car, Chris stared at him, looking unimpressed, and more than a little pissed off. "You really think this is an important conversation to have now?"
"Fuck, yes."
Chris shook his head and sat back in the seat. "Fine. Over a year ago he contacted me. I came to you and I said I had a lead, remember? And I said it was one I needed to manage. And we talked about it, and you said follow it up, but be careful."
"You made it sound like you had a guy inside who was going to feed you information."
"I did. Me."
"What the hell were you thinking?"
"I was thinking if I could get him to trust me, one day I'd get close to him with a gun and the space to run. And… oh, look! It happened! You're welcome!"
Dane gave him a flat look. "But that means you must have been feeding stuff to him—there's no way he kept you around that long without you giving stuff up."
