“But what sort of a thing?” I asked her. “What was his job?”
He grinned. He looked around his gang and they all grinned back. Exchanged low fives. I waited. The big guy stepped half a pace into our cell. He was enormous. Maybe an inch or two shorter than me but probably twice as heavy. He filled the doorway. His dull eyes flicked over me, then Hubble.
“OK,” I said again. “She say anything else?”
“A conflict?” she said. “In what way?”
“That’s not the worst of it,” he said. “You should have seen what they did to his wife.”
“Will they?” he said. Like he was debating with himself.