“Am I supposed to feel sorry for them?”

“No, I’m just saying… It’s not always the fault of the frontline dealer.”

“If you give me something that helps, I might consider letting you go. After I fully investigate the lead, that is.”

Once again, he dropped his head into his hands. “If I tell you anything, they’ll kill me. They might kill me just because they know I’m in custody.”

“We have ways we can protect you.”

“And my family?”

“Yes.”

His deep sigh echoed through the small room. “There’s a guy named Riggs Lawton. Lives in a penthouse in Shaw. If you want insight into the drug business in this town, he’s your guy.”

“Is he a customer at the restaurant?”

“I’ve seen him there a few times.”

“What’s he look like?”

“Handsome white guy. Drives a Bugatti and lives large.”

Sam wrote down the name and other details. “Stay here.”

“For how long?”

“As long as it takes.”

She met Faith in the hallway outside the interrogation and observation rooms. “I tend to believe he didn’t know where the pills came from—or he’s putting on a good show for us.”

“I agree.”

Sam put through a call to Gonzo, anxious to know what was up with Gigi. “Anything?” she asked when he answered.

“SWAT is getting ready to go in. I’m this close to cuffing Green to keep him from jumping the gun. He’s out of his mind.”

“Can’t say I blame him. Keep me posted.”

“Yep.”

After the line went dead, Sam glanced at Faith. “What do you think about Cooper sitting on the fact that two workers from the same restaurant died under suspicious circumstances in the same week?”

“I think he’s going to wish he’d done something about that before you’re through with him.”

“Right you are. Why can’t people just do their fucking jobs? Do your job and my brother-in-law isn’t dead.”

“That was my thought, too. I can’t imagine how you must feel.”

“I’m pissed and outraged and all the things.”

“What’re you going to do about it?”

“Normally, I’d take it right to Malone, but I’m not sure I can trust Dawkins, the captain on duty.”

“Call Malone and ask what he’d do.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“People are on edge around here since the FBI report hit and the Stahl stuff. It’s been a lot. I’d recommend treading carefully.”

Sam eyed her longtime colleague warily. “Are you giving that advice to everyone or just me?”

“Just you, so far, but it applies universally. People have a lot of ‘feelings’ about Ramsey’s son being killed.”

“I was there. He was going to kill that woman if we didn’t take him out.”

“Still… There’s a sense that more could’ve been done to keep it from getting to that point.”

Sam laughed, but it had a bitter edge to it. “I love a good Monday-morning quarterback. Anyone who was there will say the same thing. He wasn’t going to let her go, and there was no way she was getting out of there alive if we hadn’t taken him. If you don’t believe us, ask her.”