Once in his car, Boff called Galloway’s office and was told the lawyer was in court downtown. As Boff drove, Cullen thought over what Solis had told them. “So,” he said, “you think Yusef Force tried to have me killed to make sure his nephew would get a shot at the title?” Boff shook his head. “It’s too early to say something like that. We need to know more about Yusef. First thing I want to find out is if he has any history of violence.” “It’s hard to imagine someone shooting me over a fight.” “It’s my experience that people sometimes commit murder for the craziest of reasons. Trust me. I’ve defended many of them. And don’t forget that Devon asked me if I liked hip-hop. I’m sure he knows I’m not into that kind of music. He said it for a reason. I believe it was to point me toward Yusef.” Cullen looked out the window. “Where’re we going?”
