She had to give the guy credit for displaying the correct response to being forced into a car and tied to a chair by a group of angry young men. He looked terrified, and from the appearance of his clothes, he’d already pissed himself. Dino had learned well from Lou and Katlin and had the guy’s wallet on the small table he’d brought down with a chair for her. It didn’t really matter what his name was, but she was sure someone cared what happened to him. Depending on what he had to say, those people might actually find him when all this was over.

“How much?” she asked, not wanting to waste time on the long, drawn-out process of shooting this idiot one small piece at a time. “How much did you make to have my friend almost killed?”

“Who are you?” the guy asked, sitting like a limp doll. Usually people were trying to get out of the bindings for all they were worth, like they could actually break the ropes around their wrists and ankles. Not displaying the urge to escape made him either stoned or stupid, and Cain wasn’t sure which it was yet.

“I’m a person who doesn’t like repeating themselves, so answer the question, or I’ll put a bullet through your head right now if you tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about. Once I do that, I’m going to hunt down your mother, sister, girlfriend, and any other family you have and shoot them in the head for your choices.” She sat and crossed her legs. Her intuition told her he worked for Jimmy Pitre doing trivial shit, and he’d seen the chance to make a little fun cash.

“It was a quick five grand, but the guy said someone had already shot the place up. I didn’t know until right before it happened that it was going down while we were in there. The bar was the safest place, but I couldn’t tell those guys what was about to go down without having to tell how I knew.” This was the easiest interrogation she’d ever sat through.

“Start from the beginning. Who called you?”

“After the place got shot up that first time, someone called me and asked if I worked for Jimmy. He got my name from a buddy of mine who works for another contractor, and they offered me the money to call if we got the chance to bid the job. I didn’t ask anything, and the guy handed over the money once the job was done.” His words were coming slower and not panicked, as if he bought into the idea that the truth sets you free. He really was stupid if he thought he was leaving here breathing.

“What guy?”