Chapter 13“So what do you think?” Palmer asked Merrick as they drove away from the hospital.
“I think he knows a whole lot of s**t he's not telling.”
“Yeah, me too.” Palmer shook his head. “So why is he keeping quiet when it may get him and his family killed?”
“That, my friend, is the sixty-four thousand-dollar question,” Merrick said as he made a right turn on Hope Street and drove toward downtown. “My bet is he's afraid of something. Something is going on that's scaring the s**t out of this guy.”
“Like somebody has the goods on him and they're threatening to share the information. I mean, he is a politician. There's always something in the closet.”
“You're learning, kid.” Merrick grinned. “There's hope for you yet.” He was quiet for a moment, and his expression became more serious.
