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“Why do you want her?” Lou asked

“Because she’s priceless,” Wes answered

“What?” Lou asked, dumbfounded

Wes motioned to the kitchen chairs and indicated they should all sit Lou sat slowly and warily, regarding hi at the floor with his heels “Maybe we should start at the beginning” He turned to face her “Your mother was in some deep shit, Lou”

“I kind of figured that when she was murdered,” Lou said sarcastically

“She orking for a man named Jerry Jerry Hayes” Wes said

“I remember him He was a friend of a friend from when she was a kid,” Lou nodded

“Jerry is no one’s friend, Lou He’s bad news He’s a thief and est jewelry heists in history a few years ago He stole so moved from a private collector’s home to a museum for display”

“What does that have to do with my mother?” Lou asked impatiently

“Your mother met Jerry, and he hired her to run errands and nant lady was the perfect cover She could go al” He sht

“You knew nant?” Lou asked

“Yeah I knew her I watched her get deeper and deeper into the shit I couldn’t do anything to stop her” He adjusted the ball cap on his head Lou flinched as he reached into the inner pocket of his sport coat

He opened his jacket and showed her the gun that was still in the holster on his side “Just going in my pocket”

She nodded, her mouth suddenly dry

Wes pulled a wallet out of his pocket and flicked it open Lou read the bold letters, FBI, and looked closely at his photo on the paper