39
Not That Type of Music
Stone led the man inside and pushed him into a hard wicker chair.
Ames looked for Jana, but saw only a closed bedroom door.
“Alright, old man, talk,” Stone said.
“What?”
“You know what,” Cade said.
“I, uh. Well, I’ve been out a few months.”
“And what about that?” Stone said as he examined the ID card. “When I run you through NCIC, am I going to find you’re a fugitive now? “
“No! No, I served my time. Twenty-eight years and thirty-six days. I paid my debt to society. I’ve been released.”
Cade said, “Paid your debt? They should have buried you under the prison.”
Ames looked at his feet.
Stone was all business. “Out with it. How did you find us?”
Ames shifted in his chair.
“Hey!” Stone yelled.
“I, uh. I found you . . .” He looked directly at Cade. “It
