“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.
“OK, he’s the one,” he said. Looking straight at me.