Chapter 122

“Walker—”

“Never mind. Let’s talk through the evidence.”

Something was going on in the sniper’s head, but Zy wasn’t here for advice or gossip. He had to help the friend who was his brother in all ways except blood. “I’ve talked to Trees about the night you were taken from the parking lot in Acapulco. He said you told him to leave.”

“Yep. But I expected him to put up a little more fight, bring backup—something. He just drove off.”

“What would you have done in his shoes?”

“Shot a motherfucker or two.”

Zy mentally counted to ten. “You know his specialty is computers and tech. He doesn’t have your gift with a gun. Pretty much no one does, man.”

“Okay, but he didn’t come back or call anyone for hours, did he?”

Everyone said Walker was crazy; no one had ever called him stupid. “You didn’t realize your food had been dr****d?”

“Why do you say that?”

“Trees made it to the parking lot of the police station about a mile away and passe