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Chapter 594
Malomond dropped a couple of dollars on top of the bar and carried his coffee to a table next to the old jukebox. Conner followed and sat across from him.
“What’ve you got for me, Sean?”
Malomond cradled his cup in both hands. “What I got is big. Real big.” He looked Conner straight in the eye. “But it ain’t gonna happen unless we do it my way.”
Conner met Malomond’s gaze. “You know I can’t promise that. Not until I know what we’re talking about.”
Malomond thought for a moment before speaking. “I guess I can give you a taste, then. But I’m tellin’ you before we start, you can lean on me all you want, but it ain’t gonna do no good. I already got it figured.”
Conner nodded, making no promises. Until he knew what Malomond had for him, he could make no decisions.
“Let’s pretend I knew where your guy lived,” Malomond said,
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