Page 163 of The Fourth Option
“He said he could handle it and now look at me.”
“I want to know about Genyra.”
“I make sure the pallets end up in our warehouse in Metairie and are coded into the system for distribution.”
“To where?”
“To pharmacies run by Vargas.”
“Real pharmacies?”
“Yes, but they are set aside and picked up by Vargas’s associates. He has people all over the country. That’s the genius; using a legitimate distribution network to transport illicit product.”
“And then, those Snowball pills go to dealers?”
“I don’t know. I lose sight of it at that point.”
“But you get paid for your distribution.”
“That’s the part where I can help you. As a protected informant.”
Walker stood, pacing again. “You’re responsible for the death of my friend’s son.”
“That’s what this is about? That Staub kid?”
“It’s about more than that now.”
“Listen, I’m responsible for keeping Genyra profitable. That’s my job. I do what Derek Matheson, our CEO, tells me to do. He partnered up with Vargas. My job is to pad the books. I can be a hell of a witness for you when you take this to law enforcement.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, law enforcement isn’t a lot of help around here.”
“The feds, then. The FBI.”
“Are they in on it too?”
“What? No! Fuck, they are just a pain in the ass.”
Walker stopped.
“What about the Afghan?”
“The who? What are you talking about?”
“Before I sent your buddy Gormley over the edge of the pier, he told me about a man they hire when they want more separation between law enforcement and someone they need removed from the board.”
“I don’t know shit about that, man. I swear.”
“But you knew about Connor Staub.”
“Oh shit, I didn’t know they were going to kill him. There were supposed to just scare him off.”
“They went for a more permanent solution.”
“That fuckin’ kid has caused us so many problems. Hey, I’ve told you everything I know. Let me live and I’ll go with you to the DA.”
“Isaacson? She’s in on it too, isn’t she?”
Kimbel paused and gathered his thoughts.
