‘This is what caught you, Crocker. Do you want to know what it really is? It’s a
CD of some bad country music that one of my patients gave me before I came to Santa Cruz. There are no copies of Deborah Spencer’s book.’ He waved a hand at Crocker, Max and Molinaro. ‘You and your friends took care of that. But at least we made sure you’ll all go to prison.’ He looked at Martinez. ‘Right, Martinez?’