Gene sat at the head of the conference room table, flanked by Marty and Doug. Carl leaned his good shoulder against the wall, and Jerri stood next to him. Gene felt like they were interrogating him. "I agree with Marty," Doug said. "That man should never draw another breath of free air." "Or any air," Marty chimed in. "He's a ruthless killer, and this is going to bite us in the ass." Doug folded his arms. "I know we cut deals with little fish all the time, but this is a really big fish, Gene. I say we get what information we can out of him by playing nice, then classify him as hostile, squeeze some more info that way, then put him away for good." "I talked it over with A.D. Adams, Doug—" Gene began. "So fucking what?" Marty interjected. "We lie to perps all the time. You were under duress, and, in case you've forgotten, your new buddy is the goddamn D Street Killer." Gene's face turned red. "He's not my buddy, Marty, and he let me go. We can use him to find the man behind the killings.
