“Micky? It’s your old friend Warren…Yeah, that Warren. You alone? Good. I got a favor to ask. Can you get the word out on something so Ortiz hears it? I got a name for him. The man who sent me after him…No, not Torres. He made a deal with a dude named Hardy. Cal Hardy. Let Ortiz know that if he takes Hardy out, or has one of his people do it, I’ll deal with Torres…Yeah, tit-for-tat.” There was a pause, then Ash gave Micky as many of Hardy’s particulars as they had. “Tell Ortiz he’s going to be watching for trouble, but from me…Yeah, he won’t be expecting it from him or whoever he sends…Let me know the minute you know Ortiz got the word. Okay? Yeah, thanks. I owe you…again.” Ash laughed at whatever Micky said in reply and hung up.
“He’s on it, and he knows what he’s doing.” Ash said. “My bet is, by morning Ortiz will have heard, even if he is out of the country. After that, I guess it’s wait and pray.”