Raylan said, “I’m told he was a preacher.”

“Cooked all week and preached Sunday,” Pervis said. “Boy, you don’t know your own people.”

“I knew your boy Coover back in my school days till he quit to roam the earth, do whatever he wanted. And Richard…?”

“Been goin by Dickie since he was a tad.”

“What I have is a situation here,” Raylan said. “I’m told your boys took payment for weed they never delivered.”

“You with Better Business,” Pervis said, “check on customer complaints? I might’ve heard about this. The DEA fella comes down here in his dress shoes and pays for product before he’s given any. Anxious, in a hurry to get her done. Like cuttin a fart he believes is gas and messes hisself. I’m to take your word my tads cheated this man?”

Raylan said with a straight face, “I know you love your tads. Now and then you notice them growin up to what they are today. But you heard it wrong. It wasn’t a federal agent makin the deal, it was a wanted felon. I went to that motel room with an arrest warrant on me.”

Raylan gave Pervis time to step in and say something, but he didn’t.

“I found Angel Arenas in the room,” Raylan said, “without his kidneys.”

Raylan waited again, Pervis staring at him.

“Bare-naked in an ice bath.”

Pervis said, “This boy’s missin his kidneys?”

“They offered ’em back later on, while he’s in the hospital, for a hundred thousand.”

Raylan waited again before saying, “But he won’t have to pay for ’em.”

Pervis didn’t ask why, didn’t say a word.