“So Wolf I hear you’re ready to turn canary?” Officer Sprat said. The two cops turned to each other and chortled. Glaring Zane folded his massive muscled arms.

“Canary more like a rat,” Officer Hubbard said between belly laughs. Zane schooled his features. He wouldn’t let a pair of flatfoots get the better of him. Zane was part of the Family. From bookmaking to fencing goods, Zane cut his eye teeth on crime. He was a barn burner, setting up convenient accidents for insurance claims. Zane was a pro. But even bad men have lines they don’t cross.

When Max asked him to pull a simple cash and burn at his mom’s place, Zane was suspicious. A yacht, two cars, and beach house, Max Hood had made a smoky fortune. So why outsource this time? When he saw on the news of about the gas explosion that killed the old lady and put his little daughter in hospital Zane knew he had to talk.

Zane eyed the door back to his old life. The Family would never forgive him for talking to the filth.

Jacks lay a hand on his biceps. Zane relaxed.

Their eyes met.

The attorney cleared her throat primly. “My client is risking his world to solve your case for you. So shut your pie holes.”