“My mate was accosted at his father and brother’s wake and told that the debt was now his to pay. Ferrara told him he had until Friday to come up with some of the money, or he’d be, as they say, sleeping with the fishes too, either that or warming Sal’s bed.” Rémy had to force himself to lower his voice. It wasn’t Murphy’s fault. Murphy was a good cop, and he would have made the connection.
“Congratulations on finding your Mate, Alpha. Can he give me a statement?” Rémy could hear Murphy rustling paper.