Yuki stood in the center of the room with her hands on her hips, staring at the kid.
“Zac, tell him,” she said.
“Clay,” Zac said. “If you don’t want to go through with our agreement, I’ll be happy to take you to jail and say good-bye.”
The kid shook his head, looked past Yuki and Zac to the doorway as if he were going to make a run for it, a physical impossibility.
“Sorry, Len,” Yuki said. “We won’t take up any more of your time.”
Clay seemed to understand he’d reached the point of no return. He said, “I could give you a list. Better than that, I have Mr. Antoine’s book. I hid it. Everything you want is in there. His allergies are in there. His PIN codes and passwords to his phone. His lists of people and I don’t know what all. He was always afraid the government would hack his phone.
“But I have a question. How are you going to stop his crew from killing me and my family?”
Zac said, “Mr. Parisi, I haven’t seen the book, but I know where it is. If it’s all my client says it is, we need to get him into witness protection.”
“Where is it?” Len asked.
“It’s in the property desk on the seventh floor.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Clay, tell Mr. Parisi.”
“It was on the seat when the police car made us crash. Fell out of his pocket. Uh…it’s only this big.”
He showed with his fingers a rectangle about the size of a deck of cards.
Clay Warren looked at his lawyer, who nodded.
“I put it in my jacket, and when I was booked, I handed over all my possessions. The book. Some change. My keys. They put all of it in an envelope with my name.”
Parisi said, “Ms. Castellano, please go up to seven and get the book. Mr. Jordan, you and your client please wait outside with Toni. Thank you.”
Yuki buzzed out of the office. Zac helped Clay to stand and walked with him to the door. It hadn’t quite closed when he heard Parisi’s chair squeak as he spun it so that his back was to the entrance.
“Your Honor? It’s Len Parisi. I may have some exculpatory evidence to show you before the Clay Warren trial resumes next week.”