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Burke, Sumners, and Sanchez were standing in the hallway when I came out.
“He killed Phillip Swanson and was the driver in running down Laura Powell,” I said. “A local guy named Oscar Ricardo helped him with the hit-and-run.”
“Ricardo is probably in the system,” Burke said. “We'll scoop him up.”
“Here is a list of other hits he has made over the years,” I said holding up the piece of paper.
Sumners took the sheet of paper from me and looked it over. “The local hits are Bureau cold cases,” he said. “I'm willing to bet the same is true in other FBI field offices around the country for the others.”
“Did he give up who ordered the hits on Swanson and Powell?” Burke asked. “I'll go out on a short limb and assume it is the same person who hired him to take down Leo Mancini.”
“They are connected,” I said. "Walker claimed he wasn't informed about who ordered the hits. But he gave me the details on who made the arrangements with him. He's a fat man parked in a silver Toyota Camry in the Boston Common parking garage at ten tonight."
“So we grab this fat guy in the Camry and get him to flip on who ordered the hit,” Sumners said. “But do any of us doubt it is either Barlow, Galloway, or both?”
We all shook our heads. Then I said, “Especially since I was next on Brody Walker's hit list.”
Burke, Sumners, and Sanchez were quiet until Burke said, "Walker tell you that?"
I nodded. “Yep. And as far as I know, Eddie Garavito does not currently have a reason to want me dead.”
“But you are definitely pissing off Burke and Gallaway,” Sumners said.
“You could have led with that information,” Sanchez said.
“I didn't want to make it all about me.”
“Let's all get some sleep,” Burke said. "It's going to be a late night."