“A week and a half ago, Wednesday,” Morse told him.
“You worked fast. Setting up the kill on Calvin James—”
“It was already in the planning stages,” Gage said. “We just pushed the schedule ahead and made a few minor changes.”
“Like doing it in public then framing me, the old me, to get my attention.”
“Yes. It was a crap shoot,” Morse said. “There was always the possibility you were either out of the country by then, or that you wouldn’t see the news about the killing.”
Kegan smiled dryly. “As I told you, I wouldn’t have, if I hadn’t gone into town the day after it happened and then decided to pick up the paper.” He leaned back, looking at Morse and Gage. “I presume you have some sort of plan for pulling Ash out of the woodwork, without his killing me and Gage in the process.”
“Nothing specific, since we didn’t know if you’d take the bait,” Morse replied.