Chapter 5: Interrogation
Chapter 5
Interrogation
I woke the next morning to the familiar hospital smell, and wishing I had taken a bullet in the head instead of the leg. It wasn’t the pain, it was everything else—Uncle Dominic was pissed; IA would be here any minute with their thousand questions; and sooner or later the Chief of Detectives would make an appearance toting a bag of questions.
Somewhere between worrying over Sean’s death and the missing drugs, I decided to heed Manny’s advice and leave my nose alone. What was a little bump anyway? Besides, I liked oregano.
I stretched to get the water from the table. The nurse hurried over and handed it to me. Suspicion built as I studied her. Tough, wiry body and tobacco-stained teeth—one chipped—combined with eyes that darted to the ha
