Ten minutes later after coffee and a sandwich and a small amount of cheek slapping to keep him awake, they started hitting Theo with their questions. He admitted to being a part of a fraud ring but he was mostly incoherent in his answers about who he took his orders from.
“Sometimes, me and Caleb, we find people ourselves, we like...we recruit...you know? They have a accident and we reel them in, like fishing. Sometimes we just get called out like normal to go to the scene...pick up victims. Some of them are fake, maybe. I don’t know. I just do my job. We do are job...we did. Poor Caleb. Poor, poor Caleb.”
“What happened to Caleb, Theo?”
“Caleb’s gone.”
“Gone how?”
“He died. Caleb died...poor Caleb.”
“How did Caleb die?”
Theo rocked back and forth on the couch, repeating over and o
