“Ok,” I said. “That’s enough. Now let’s bring Brad his phone and have him make the call. Bob, I’m going to ask you to loom threateningly in case he gets cold feet.” We walked into the office. Brad looked up, too quickly. He tried to keep his expression neutral, I could see the battle between fear and hope behind his eyes. As far as he knew, he was only alive as long as he was useful. That wasn’t entirely true. I wouldn’t shoot him just for refusing to help, but if he even looked like he was selling me out, I wouldn’t lose any sleep over putting him down. “OK,” I handed him the phone. “Make the call. Tell them you’re going to lead me to the place we told you. Everybody shows up and this goes smooth, nobody has to die. We all get on with our lives like we never met.” Brad picked up the phone, scrolled through his contacts and pressed the screen. “Hi,” he said in Sarah’s voice.
