“If you walk in there and fire them, you’ve given them a day to wipe it.”
“When does the cousin come?”
“Tomorrow,” I said.
“Two o’clock.”
“I’ll have a w*rrant by noon,” said Detective Trevino.
“I’ll have two detectives at Tables 4 and 9.”
“Wear the jacket.”
“Keep your phone recording.”
“Alonzo.”
“Yes?”
“Whatever Hunter says to you tomorrow, whatever he calls you, you do not say who you are until I tell you.”
“Can you do that?”
That night, after close, I let myself into my own office with my own key.
I turned on the lamp, and I pulled out the file drawer, and I took out the monthly packets, all thirty-six of them, with Hunter’s yellow tabs.
I read every page.
It took until almost two in the morning.
On the packet dated March first, under a yellow tab, was a document three pages long.
