The room was institutional grey, furnished with a metal table and three uncomfortable chairs. Charles Bennett sat in one, the rough material of his prison jump suit an irritant against his skin. From the moment he'd been handcuffed and shoved without ceremony into a helicopter behind Joe Panko's house, his life had been one pile of shit after another.

No, he corrected himself. It went to shit the moment Trey Haggerty answered the phone in his office. And it had gotten worse every ...