“Is it a code for something?” I said.
“He leaves?” Finlay said. “What about the rest of the stuff that went down? You’re suggesting a second man?”
“Only three,” I said. “The fourth would have given us the answers.”
“Shit,” he said. “Right here in town. Who the hell is this Paul Hubble?”
The connection broke and a dial tone filled the room. Finlay replaced the phone. Leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. Spoke to himself.
“I wouldn’t fetch a shotgun,” she whispered. “I’d fetch some handcuffs. I’d chain you to the bed and keep you here forever.”