"I have no idea what you mean. I do nothing without consent of any party involved so I have no reason to worry about this kind of thing. No records to erase." He wasn't going to get rid of the best blackmail he had just because Falcone was pissy that it was one of his guys. Maybe he should be paying his guys better, then they wouldn't come here to fight for cash. And now he had footage of that in debt idiot brutally slaughtering a doctor of all things.

It was fucking gold. He loved it. He wasn't going to just give it up. "Besides, I don't keep tapes. Not my style. Kind of gauche, don't you think?"

With defiance in his eyes, he walked back over to his desk and leaned against it. "Sorry."