Back in the hotel, Brian waits until Justin is asleep before heading down to Carl’s room. “What the fuck was that nonsense?” Carl huffs as soon as he opens the door. Brian shrugs, entering the suite. Carl shuts the door, “That was the biggest load of lies I’ve ever heard out of that kid’s mouth,” he declares. Brian sits down on the couch, “He’s protecting himself and Molly, Carl. Cut him some slack.” Carl shakes his head and sits down across from him. “They just sat there and lied.” Shrugging again, Brian gets right to the point. “We need to find out who contacted Richard Taylor.” Carl nods, “Officer Morris was going to look into it and deal with it.” “What the fuck?” Leaning back, Carl explains, “It’s out of our hands.” “Fuck that,” Brian dismisses. “I need fuckin’ names. Names, Carl.” Frowning, Carl asks, “What are you planning to do?” “What do you fuckin’ think I’m going to do? They made a deal with Richard, why wouldn’t they make one with me?” “Because they would have probably killed Richard too,” Carl scoffs. “Maybe. Or maybe not. Who knows what the hit exactly said. Do you fuckin’ know?” Brian challenges. Carl clears his throat, “My guys were working on it.” “Not good enough, Hovarth.” Standing up, Brian walks over to the min-bar. “Either you help me or I’ll do it myself.”