“So what was his exact role?” I asked him.
“You’re sorry?” I said. “You’re sending two guys who couldn’t have done it to jail and you’re sorry?”
“Yes, Hubble,” I said again. “Go for it, it’s the best you can do.”
I COULDN’T UNDERSTAND THE CONFESSION. HE SHOULD have kept his mouth shut. He should have denied any involvement with the dead guy. Should have said he had no idea why his phone number was written down in the guy’s shoe. Should have said he had no idea what Pluribus was. Then he could have just gone home.
“I wasn’t there,” I said. “I don’t know anything.”
“My guys screwed up,” he said. “That’s all, I swear it. It was the other guy we were after. Nothing was supposed to happen to you. You got out of there, right? No damage done, right? So why give me a hard time?”