Liam, meanwhile, went into reluctant protective custody. He complained about the walls and the lack of windows, but he also slept through the night for the first time in months. He gave up addresses, meeting spots, and the nicknames of the men who ordered the hit.
There were many narrow escapes. One transport van carrying a minor witness blew a tire on a clear day. The driver swore he’d checked everything twice. An Internal Affairs agent “fell” down a stairwell. Vance had stopped believing in bad luck. He remained vigilant.