Mars laughed sourly. “Hunting buddies? That’s your story, huh? I think the local cops will see it differently, once they find some of the loot from the robbery last night hidden in the trunk of your car.” When the man flinched, Mars smiled. “And maybe from a few other robberies? That should cinch things. Ken, get him out of here—” he pointed to Sean, “—while I make a couple of calls.”
Sean was relieved Mars hadn’t used his name. The prisoner wouldn’t be able to describe Sean, thanks to the camo paint he was wearing, but for damned sure he’d pass on his name to the cops to try to curry some favor.
“Who’s he calling beside the cops?” Sean asked after he and Ken were away from the house. “Okay, never mind. Alastair. Right?”
“Right. He’ll make certain the police know Mars and the rest of us are the good guys.”
“They’ll believe him?”