Page 155 of The Fourth Option
“That’s not how this works. You don’t ask the questions. You’re in the back seat tonight.”
“Okay, okay,” Gormley said, straining to catch his breath.
“What are you moving through Dorado?”
“Sugar.”
“Not the legal product. The stuff youpersonallymove. In your partner’s yellow truck, the same one I sent into the river.”
“Pills.”
“What kind?”
“Jesus, man, they’ll kill me.”
“I’ll kill you just as dead.”
“Fuck! Snowball.”
“How does it get here?”
“On ships from down south. With sugar.”
“Whose sugar?”
“Nectar. It’s a refinery downriver, not far from here, just down the tracks. Big company. I just do what I’m told, buddy, that’s it.”
Walker’s eyes narrowed. “But you get a cut, don’t you? I’ve seen you pick up product in that F-350. What do you do with it?”
“We sell it.”
“Like in the Ninth? Through dealers under NOPD control, officers like Rayne and Hendrick?”
Gormley nodded slowly, still catching his breath. “Yes.”
“I’ve seen the video here at Dorado. I’ve watched you pick up pallets, probably six or eight hundred pounds’ worth. If that’s all pills, you’re not unloading it all in the Ninth. It’d be everywhere in this city.”
When Gormley didn’t answer, Walker revved the engine and rolled down the driver’s- and passenger-side windows.
“Okay, okay,” Gormley screamed.
“Where does that Snowball go?”
“We sell it to a company. A pharma company. We just get a slice.”
“What company?”
“Genyra. That’s all I know.”
“Genyra?”
“A drug company.”
Walker thought of Connor’s theories, a corporate conspiracy.
“How do you get it to this… Genyra… the drug company?”
“I drive it.”
