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I gave them the rough time.

Clean looked at Jones.

Then back at me.

“So your brother owed you money while simultaneously owing money to an illegal gambling operation.”

“He owed half of fucking Jersey money at one point. What exactly are you getting at?”

Jones closed the folder.

“Your relationship with your brother had recently deteriorated.”

There it was.

I leaned back.

“Here we go.”

“Is that inaccurate?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“You already know why.”

“I’d like to hear it from you.”

I stared at him.

“My brother helped send me to prison.”

Clean didn’t move.

Jones didn’t either.

Seven years.

Still sounded fucked up saying it out loud.

“How long were you incarcerated?”

“Seven years.”

“And when did you learn Xavier had cooperated with law enforcement?”

I gave him the timeframe.

“What was your reaction?”

“What the fuck you think my reaction was?”

“Did you threaten him?”

“No.”

“Did the two of you have a physical altercation?”