“You a cop?” Banger asks, not giving Carlos a chance to answer. I realize it’s the first time I’ve heard him speak. His voice is a deep baritone, and if I was anyone else, it would have scared me. “He is in Fairview,” I supply. Banger shakes his head. “He stinks of a Fed.” “What?” Hartley exclaims. “There’s no fucking way. He’s retired in Fairview.” I watch Carlos closely. With the slight flicker of fear on his face, I’d say Banger just hit the nail on the head. “He’s not a fed.”
