Chapter 147

Sage, of course, had been relaying what they said to Mike.

“Okay,” Mike said. “I’d ask both of you if someone in your past might have wanted you dead, but I don’t see that person going after anyone else.”

“Unless they were covering their ass,” Brody suggested, and Sage repeated. “In Russ’s case, it could be that jock who wanted him taken care of.”

When Mike asked, Russ explained, ending with, “That happened a long way from here. I don’t think he knows where I am now. How could he?”

“Good point,” Mike agreed when Sage told him what Russ had said. “What about you, Daw? Any past enemies who might have it in for you?”

“You’re kidding. After ten years?” Daw rubbed his wrist, an instinctive gesture, Sage thought.

Jon must have picked up on it, too, because he asked, “Fractured or broken?”

“Huh?”

“Your wrist. I’ve seen how you rub it when you’re tense.”

“He does,” Russ said. “I asked him about it and how it happened.” He shot a look at Daw. “You ignored me.”