I glance between Cobra and the driver, my eyebrows pulling down. "What's going on?"
Cobra shifts his weight, his sharp, black eyes moving over to me. "Miller's clean, Locke.”
“We sure?”
“He answered every question we asked, gave us the exact routing numbers and the delivery schedules of past shipments,” Mayhem says. “They match up with what you and Zara uncovered. He was just a driver trying to pay off a gambling debt, stupidly working for an MC.”
Cobra tosses the manila envelope into Miller's lap. "There's twenty thousand dollars in cash in there, Miller. A clean identity, new driver's license. Rook is driving you two states over to a bus station, and from there, you're on your own.”
Miller gulps and nods.
“You don't come back to this city.” Cobra stares him down. “If Knox finds out
