If he was dirty, I want to know,” Liam said as soon as we got back to my place. “You said your unit was always one step behind the Latin Bandits. How so?” He followed me into the house. “We knew from CIs that they were moving a lot of product and a lot of guns. But we never caught them with the kinds of money or drugs you’d expect. The night of the raid we all thought we’d be looking at dope, guns, and money in the millions.” “What’s a CI?” “Confidential informant. Usually a low-level guy with information he or she trades to keep from doing time.” “Didn’t Garza tell Tony he had a CI who could prove you bought the ketamine that was injected into José the night he was killed?” “Uh-huh.” “Can we talk to him? I mean, if all this is a setup, the CI would have to be told what to say by someone.” “Except we don’t have a name.” I rubbed my temples. “Maybe Tony can get us one.” “Good luck with that,” he said sarcastically. “Have some faith,”
