“I appreciate your candor, Enrique, so I’m going to extend you the same courtesy. Truth is, I’m not really all that interested in you. Now, the man you work for, the one who gave you those pills—that’s who I’m after.”

Enrique opened his mouth to speak. Sebastian said, “Before you answer, let me tell you how this works, since you’re new to this. I’ve got a file on you. My people have been following you for about a week now, so I know things about you. You with me so far?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now, if you answer my questions truthfully, you’ll get to go live your life with your girlfriend and kid, get him to that specialist, see him grow up. Flourish. If you lie, well, then that’s on you. You do that, then you’re forcing me to open that door behind you and let those animals back in and have their way with you until I get the information I want. It’s that simple, okay?”

“Yes. Yes, ask me anything.”

“We’ll start with an easy one. These pills—what are they?”

“They’ve got carrier blood in them. Supposed to get you super horny and get you off.”

“Have you tried them?”

Enrique shook his head. “I just sell them for extra money. At the nightclubs.”

“And who supplied you with these pills?”

“Gee-Gee.”

“And that would be . . . ?”

“Guy I grew up with, Gerry Gambles. We call him Gee-Gee.”

That name wasn’t in Frank’s file. Ron’s people had shadowed Enrique for a little over a week, said the kid pretty much went to work and then straight home to be with his kid and girlfriend. But Frank had taken the kid’s phone and would no doubt be working his magic on it, sucking out all the contacts.

“Me and Gee-Gee go way back. We’re tight,” Enrique said. “I tell him everything. I told him about my kid, and he told me how I could make extra money, and I said yes.”

“How many people are selling these pills?”

“I don’t know exact numbers. I know Gee-Gee sells ’em, and that’s it. He hits the nightclubs, too. The ones downtown.”

“Okay. Good. This is very helpful. Do you know who I am?”

“No, sir, I do not.”

“Enrique, look at me.” Then, when Enrique did: “What did I say about lying?”

“I don’t know your name or the other guy’s.”

“What other guy?”

“The one who was standing next to you. The guy holding my phone.”

“Frank?”

“I don’t know his name or your name or the names of the others. When I agreed to sell, Gee-Gee showed me pictures, a whole bunch of ’em, of about ten, maybe fifteen guys. Told me that if we saw any of them, we were to leave whatever it was we were doing and call him.”

“Call Gee-Gee?”

“No, the guy running the thing. Paul.”

The name raised the hammers in Sebastian’s heart and flooded his veins with adrenaline.

“I don’t know his last name, I swear,” Enrique said.