Chapter 153

LORENZO’S P.O.V. I was left to sit in the interrogation room for forty five minutes before the door finally opened. I was used to the tactic: make the person sweat a little, make them uncomfortable then come in and ask questions. What they didn’t understand was I practically invented that tactic. I was able to survive being cut and beat up at eighteen years old, I could handle a little sweat from the cops. Samson walked in and I rolled back my shoulders in relief. He was the best at what he did, with him involved, there was no way I was going to jail. He made his way over to me and backed the camera so no one would be able to read his lips. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “This better be good because you are cashing in your favor,” he said and I shrugged. He owed me a favor from a while ago. His wife had borrowed money from some loan sharks and I paid it off for his legal services. It was a hundred grand in exchange for his legal counsel five times. This was the third of those f