He had serious plans for Karl Steinbach and wanted to get started right away. In his sixth-floor office, he addressed Hughes and Oscar, who sat on the other side of his desk, coffee and doughnuts in their hands. “Thanks for coming in early, guys,” he said. “We’re taking a little trip to visit our friend Karl Steinbach today. The creep called my house and practically admitted he’d killed Zac.” He’d thought that this information would make them both want to get moving, but Oscar looked at Hughes in a troubled way. “What?” Jack said. “It’s Steinbach, Jack. He’s not locked up anymore.” “What-the-fuck-are-you-talking-about?” Hughes shook his head. “He cut a deal with Homeland Security. Our old pal, Tommy Wilson.” Jack felt the fury building in his temples. “No way!” Oscar opened his palms in a gesture of helplessness. “The fucking guy said he knows all about terrorists out in Africa. Claims he met them in the diamond market, which is how they finance their network.”
