“Where’s your boy?” Mancini and I had left the others behind to get back here once we realized what was happening. The question was pretty much rhetorical after overhearing what we had. I had a pretty good idea where he’d be. The same place I would be if I were in his position.

“I’m pretty sure he went after Calhoun,” Garrett answered.

“And none of you went with him?”

“Uh!” He looked around at the others.

“It’s not necessary; I’m sure ...