“What the fuck did you do?”

“Hello to you too, cuz.”

“I’m serious, Tino.”

“First of all, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Second, why do you sound so pissed?”

I rub the heel of my hand on the back of my eyes as I click through the computer database. “I’m talking about what happened Saturday night. Olson was supposed to take care of everything, and we were supposed to be hands off. Why is it I’m hearing that you’re involved?”

“Oh.” ...