Jericho shut himself in the small office above the restaurant the pack owned in town. He checked his watch and pulled out his cell phone before calling his contact. “Violet — what do you have for me?”
“I have something. But it’s going to cost you.”
“How much?”
“How much is this info worth to you, Rico?” Violet purred on the other end of the line.
“Ten thousand.”
“Rico, Rico — don’t play with me. Fifty thousand, or I forget what I know.”
“Fine. Fifty thousand. In your account in one hour, if your intel is that good.”
“You know it’s good, baby.”
“So tell me.”
“I bugged Todd’s phone.”
“Excellent. And?”
“He got a call this morning. A certain gentleman wanted to know who the wolf at the trailer was. Todd held out — for sixty grand. Then he spilled, gave them your name. And told them
