Liam’s shoulders finally slumped. At first, it seemed like he was going to deny everything, but Vance saw the dejection seep through him. “Yeah,” he answered quietly. “I did know him.” He looked away. “I was the one who got him that job.” The sentence landed harder than any punch.
“What job?” Vance asked sharply. He already knew the answer would cover more than driving. Liam stared at the rain sliding down the windshield. “Moving stuff,” he said. “Not illegal, exactly. But stuff that shouldn’t be on the market. Cash, small packages. I told him it was easy money.”