The prisoner seeped out a heavy breath. “Then we caught a break. Hirotomi didn’t realize the threat the Vice President, uh, frag, what’s his name? Of Uraguay.” He snapped his fingers to remember. “Well, anyway . . .”
“Perez.”
“Yeah!” Kane snapped his fingers one final time, pointed at Oliver, and gleamed. “Uh, yeah, Perez was under threat of a coup from his cousin, I think it was, so this guy was paranoid right? He recorded everything, everywhere, all the time. Hirotomi didn’t realize this when he went to the guy and threatened him to cooperate. We had the recording.”
“This wasn’t in your trial.”
“Yeah.” Kane laughed mockingly. “Funny how it works huh? Damn thing got itself erased. Don’t know who done it. Got me good with that slag. I still have my doubts about the Sanders guy.” He drifted off into deep memory.
“What do you mean?”
Kane snapped awake at the question. He shrugged and held his hands innocently aloft. “Well, c’mon. Smells like a setup to me.”
“An elaborate one perhaps.”
“Yeah, that’s what they said.”
“At your trial.”
“Yeah.”
“What happened?”
“At the trial? You’ve got a copy of it, I’m sure.”
“Yes, I mean no, tell me what happened at Hirotomi’s Tower.” Oliver corrected himself to stay on topic.
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Kane being questioned by a corporate lawyer at the New Frisco Federal Penitentiary in effort to assess if early release in exchange for servitude on the front lines of a war was in order in Between Neon and The Light.
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