“This is as far as I can take you.”

Rourke blinked in the bright sunlight. Rodriguez pulled him out of the trunk and propped him up against the side of the cruiser. The man was shaking and trying to hide it. He was in county lockup for less than a week, but he would have plenty of scars.

Frizatti made sure of that.

“You walk down this freeway for a mile or two. There’s a truck stop on the other side of the hill.” Rodriguez handed him a bag with his personal items. “My cousin will pick you up around five. Rosa will keep you safe.”

“Thanks, ” Rourke whispered softly. “I can’t pay you…”

“Just stay away until I take care of Frizatti, OK?” Rodriguez slapped Rourke’s shoulder and got him moving down the freeway. Rourke nodded and started walking.

Rourke walking was in rough shape to be walking in the heat of the desert. At least he was out of the way and safe. That only left Frizatti to worry about.

Rodriguez took his time driving back. Frizatti was a DA. A dirty DA. Rodriguez just needed proof.