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“Fucking hell.”
    “Now I’m gonna be upfront. We don’t know where Hunter is. No one does.”
    “Neither do I. And I’m not likely to if you know anything about me.”
    Reznick nodded. “Jimmy, I read about what he did to your partner, Alfredo.”
    Samson winced at the mention of the memory.
    “Hunter stabbed him to death, didn’t he?”
    Samson began to sob. “Please … I don’t want any trouble.”
    “There’s no trouble, Jimmy. All we want is to try and find out if there’s anything you know about Hunter Cain. You were quite tight with his crew.”
    “Yeah, well that was before Alfredo got shanked. I became an outcast as he was my friend.”
    “Hunter didn’t like gays, right?”
    Samson bowed his head and nodded. “I think they were gonna do the same to me so I asked to get moved to solitary.”
    “Tell me what you know about Hunter from your time inside.”
    Samson looked across at Meyerstein, who smiled back. “You really assistant director of the FBI?”
    Meyerstein said, “Yes I am, for my sins.”
    Samson gave a wry smile. He let out a long sigh. “Hunter Cain is crazy. Scared the fuck out of me from the first moment I saw him. Just had that evil look in his eyes, you know what I’m saying?”
    Reznick said nothing.
    “He didn’t know I was gay. I didn’t tell anyone. It just wasn’t what was done with those guys.”
    “What do you mean, ‘those guys’?”
    “The Aryan Brotherhood psychopaths who hung around Hunter. I was on the periphery of their crowd. I’m white, as you can see, and I naturally gravitated towards my own race inside – it’s natural, trust me.”
    “What sort of person was he? Did he have any fixations?”
    Samson went quiet for a few moments. “He carried a picture of his mother and father around with him. I kinda liked that about him when we met.”
    Reznick said, “I believe Hunter was brought up by foster parents.”
    “The pictures were of his biological parents. I remember I once saw him put the pictures up on the wall of his cell. And then he, like, broke down. It was pretty bad to see.”
    “He didn’t know you were watching?”
    “I don’t think so. I was just passing by his cell.”
    “I remember a friend of his said Hunter’s dad became an alcoholic. Couldn’t afford the rent of his house after the bank foreclosed. And his father started drinking. Drinking real hard.”
    Reznick nodded.
    “His mother took Hunter away and she got jobs cleaning. Had four jobs at one time, cleaning big houses.”
    “So what happened after that?”
    “She had a breakdown, got committed to an asylum. Hunter was taken into care. Father killed himself a short while later.”
    Reznick looked down at Samson. “Anything else you can remember?”
    “Like what?”
    “I don’t know – you tell me.”
    Samson ran his hand through his hair. Let out a long sigh. “Nothing I can remember.”
    Meyerstein stepped forward and handed him her card. “If you remember anything give me a call, night or day.”

SIXTEEN
    Hunter Cain and the two AB operatives were escorted to the attic apartment just off Washington Avenue. Three mattresses in one room, air-con unit growling low in the background. The blinds were shut and they had pizza, a large bottle of Coke delivered by one of the back-up crew, an iPad and an iPhone.
    “Enjoy your evening,” the crew guy said before carefully heading downstairs and driving off in his small hatchback.
    Cain and the guys scoffed the pizza and washed it down with gulps of the Coke. Feeling better, Cain switched on the iPad. An email was waiting for him. He clicked on it and a map appeared. He turned the iPad to show his two colleagues. “This is the layout of the building. Six floors high, two below ground. Stairwells, fire escapes, ceiling heights, everything.”
    Neil said, “How many are there going to be?”
    “Couple hundred, maybe more.”
    Neil grinned. “How long till we go?”
    “Two days and two nights. We’re in position.