“What about him?” he said. “He’s dead, right?”
“What about the guy you sent to meet with the investigator?” I said. “Is he one of the ten people?”
“And you figure he was called Sherman?” I said.
“I’m very sorry,” she said. “You’re not saying Hub betrayed your brother?”
“OK, here goes, testing, testing,” his voice said. “This is Paul Hubble, right here at home, that’s number twenty-five Beckman Drive, I say again, zero-two-five Beckman Drive, down here in little old Margrave, that’s M-A-R-G-R-A-V-E in the State of Georgia, U.S.A. How am I doing on my signal strength?”
Hubble unwrapped his expensive white sweater and held it out. The big man took it and threw it behind him without looking.