“I’m sorry they stole from you.” That was a lie. I was sorry that this had trickled down to me. If anybody deserved to have money stolen, it would have been them. I’d done my research. I knew what kind of drugs they produced. What kind of crimes they were guilty of. But as much as I wanted to give her—give all of them—the middle finger, I had someone to protect. Someone worth keeping my mouth shut for.
