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be a couple guys I know. What’s the information worth?”
    Solo stepped into the room and moved to tower over Stevie. “Your life.”
    Stevie broke eye contact and glanced toward the door where Rowdy was no doubt standing. “They’ll kill me if they know I talked.”
    “Well then, you have a choice. Die now or take your chances later,” Rowdy said.
    “Fuck, guys.” Stevie scowled.
    “Names,” Solo prompted.
    “Could be Marco from the Devils, Easy Ed or one of your own,” Stevie eventually replied.
    “What the fuck’re you saying? Grave Diggers don’t sell,” Solo argued, hands curling into fists.
    Stevie held his hands in front of his face. “Roach. He’s been dealing for extra cash. He’s not a big player or anything, but I know he likes the money from dusting, same with the others.”
    Solo leaned over and put his finger in Stevie’s face. “You tell anyone we were here and you’ll be dead within the hour.” He turned and headed toward the door.
    “Hey, what about my door?” Stevie Boy screamed after them.
    “Call a contractor,” Rowdy yelled back as they left the apartment.
    Settling on his bike, Solo glanced at his best friend. “What do you think about Roach? You think Stevie’s telling the truth?”
    Rowdy fired up his Harley. “Only one way to find out.”
    “Yeah,” Solo agreed. Although it wasn’t uncommon for fights to break out in the club, it was frowned upon if not for a good reason. Solo couldn’t think of a better reason than keeping drugs out of the hands of kids.
    * * * *
    “What’d you find out?” Captain Wallace asked when Eric arrived at the station. “And what the fuck happened to you?”
    “How’s the kid?” Eric yawned as he stashed his lunch in his bottom desk drawer. It had been a long night of lying awake with thoughts of Solo plaguing him. The way they’d left things between them, he wasn’t at all sure he’d even see Solo again.
    “Better. They’re planning to move Andy to a private room sometime today.”
    “That’s good, right? He’ll be able to tell us who sold him the drugs.” Although Eric was happy they’d get the dealer off the streets, it didn’t bode well for a continued relationship with Solo.
    The captain motioned Eric into his office. “I need to speak to you.”
    Shit. Wallace only wanted to see one of them in his private office when he was preparing to chew someone’s ass. Eric closed his drawer and stared longingly at the Starbucks coffee on his desk. It wasn’t often he indulged in the expensive brew, but he’d needed a few shots of espresso after the night he’d had. Unfortunately, Wallace would kill him if he took it in with him. With a sigh of resignation, he left the caffeine behind and entered the captain’s office. “What’s up?”
    Wallace shut the door before taking his chair behind the messy desk. “Andy Sparks isn’t talking. No matter what we threaten him with, he’s not giving up the name of the dealer, so our orders are to stand down on that front.”
    “That doesn’t make any sense. The kid could’ve died. Surely he wants someone to pay for that.” Eric would never understand the unwillingness of some victims to name their attackers. It was the same with some domestic abuse victims. He simply didn’t get it.
    “Sense or not, we’re going to have to find the prick on our own because Andy’s father is standing behind his son’s decision. My guess is the boy’s scared shitless,” Wallace explained. “That means it’s up to you to find out who our dealer is, and to make it worse, Chief Brower called. Seems he plays poker with Andy’s father and wants this tied up quickly.”
    Eric hated the fucking politics involved in his job. “Then maybe the chief or Andy’s dad can get the kid to talk,” he suggested, knowing it wouldn’t happen.
    “I hear what you’re sayin’. You need a partner on this one?” Wallace asked.
    Eric shook his head. No way could he keep his dealings with Solo a secret if