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“Really big.”
    “I have someone who’s into me for about a mil. His family doesn’t know about his gambling habit. I’m sure he’d give me a great price on his estate.”
    “What the?” David leaned forward, head tilted and brows furrowed. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have made sure that chimba paid you. A million? Hell naw! You can’t let that shit slide.”
    Unaffected, Ernesto continued, “I’ll be able to use him someday. He’s a senior vice president over at Diligent Telecommunications.”
    “That Caldwell guy you told me about?”
    “Yep, that’s him.”
    “Oh.” David relaxed his small frame in his seat. “As usual, you have the shit under control.”

CHAPTER THREE
    Florida, Present Day
    David turned his back to the corrections officer and allowed him to unshackle his hands. “This is fuckin’ unbelievable. You’re actually gonna leave me alone in a room with a woman. I should have paid for this shit years ago.” A death row inmate, David wasn’t allowed contact with his visitors except Alton and Samson. Not that anyone visited him besides his lawyer and the agents.
    The officer chuckled. “Hell, I’m being paid a grip, but not enough to be caught on tape. The leg irons stay on. Hurry up.” He opened the door.
    * * *
    “You look like shit!” David couldn’t believe Harriet had let herself go so badly. He could get past the filthy, baggy clothes and burgundy wig she wore as a disguise, but her eyes had washed-out-drunk swimming in them. And she smelled like a distillery. He’d bet she sweated two hundred proof.
    Harriet’s tight smile looked as if it would crack. “We don’t have time for pleasantries, dead man. Our child’s in trouble, and you’re going to help me save her.” She tugged the ragged sleeve of her denim shirt up and checked her watch.
    Panic sent his heart racing, and the small room felt like it was caving in on him, but he forced himself to maintain control. “Why the hell would I help you?”
    “Because we’re both fuck-ups, and she’s in danger we placed her in.” She strummed her nails on the metal tabletop. “She’s more than earned her inheritance. If I go to the authorities, she’ll lose everything. No. You have to do one good deed before you die.”
    Harriet may have changed physically, but he noticed she was still about the money. “Your ass always needs money. Tell me something new. What danger?”
    “I’m not saying shit until you ensure my financial security.”
    “What the fuck?” He hopped up from the table, the chains about his legs rattling. “You said our child is in danger! Your ass is still fucked the hell up!”
    She tapped her watch with the tip of her nail. “I don’t have time for this, David,” she said through clenched teeth. “I risk everything coming here because I love her. But, I’m realistic. I need money to survive. I should have spoken up years ago when you first approached me.”
    “Fine.” He smacked the back of his chair. He’d suspected Ernesto set things in motion for him to end up on death row, but he couldn’t have his lifelong friend murdered on a hunch. He’d spent years searching for the truth. The truth pointed to David making a mistake of arrogance and Ernesto continuing with business as usual. Ernesto even saw to the change of power in the cartel when David received the death sentence. He followed David’s orders to a “T”, except that Ernesto kept none of the power for himself. At the time, David was disappointed, but not surprised. Ernesto never wanted the cartel. He got off on the juice he received from being associated with David, and only continued laundering because they were so close and David didn’t trust anyone else with his money.
    “I’ll make arrangements for your financial security. My ass is dead anyway. Now tell me what you know.” He grabbed his metal folding chair and set it next to hers. “Speak quietly. You never know who’s listening.”
    She quickly looked