// @parlesloups from here
He drops his gaze to the photo placed in front of him, frowning slightly. “Yeah, I do. She’s dead, though I’m guessing you already know that,” He tells the agent, only hesitating for a beat. “Like I said, not by my hand.” (He knows the guy who did it and where the majority of her body could be. There’s no loyalty in this business, and he’ll throw any competitor under the bus to save his own ass.)
Leaning back in the chair, wincing at the chafing of the cold metal cuffs, he gives a shrug. “I’ll tell you more if you’ll make a deal for it,”











