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“But I am not comfortable with these men,” Soh said. “Vincente Carpio is not sane. And Javier is not trustworthy.”
“No?” Steele took a step backward and leaned against the wall. The heat and the dense aroma from the kitchen were overwhelming. She was tempted to take off her jacket, but to do so would involve putting her bag down, and she wanted to make sure that her gun was readily available. She knew that it was pointless—there was no doubt that if violence erupted, her pistol would be of no use against the automatic weapons held by Soh’s men. Still, she couldn’t bear the notion of being completely unarmed. “I thought there was a code of honor among those in MS-13.”
Soh smiled at this, and she could see that most of his teeth were gold. “I am committed to the organization, as long as it is committed to me,” he said. “The Carpios are committed only to themselves.” He took a step toward her. He seemed to get larger, and the room smaller. She leaned back farther into the wall behind her. “They are willing to put their interests ahead of my interests, as well as those of the organization.”
“Just as you put your interests above theirs and those of your organization?”
He smiled again. “I believe that the organization needs to adapt. I believe that the organization needs allies—including allies in law enforcement.”
“So you would give me this information out of the goodness of your heart?” she asked, and tilted her head. “That seems very generous of you.”
The menacing smile remained on his face, and the gleam from his teeth was dizzying. “Not out of the goodness in my heart,” he said. The way he said it made Kit wonder whether there was any goodness in the man’s heart. “I would give you this information in exchange for your help.”
“How could I help you?”
“There are rumors that Cormack O’Connell is protected by someone in the federal police,” he said. “Have you heard these rumors?”
Kit shook her head slowly.
“No?” Soh tilted his head at her and she could feel his gaze crawling across her face, examining her, probing her for the truth. “You know that it has happened in the past, though?”
“It has,” she admitted. The FBI’s protection of Whitey Bulger and the Winter Hill Gang was well known.
“Perhaps it could happen again. You and I could have a partnership that could help both of us. I could give you information about people like Vincente Carpio, and you could give me information about police activities that might be important to me. Would that be something you would consider?”