The trio took time for a late lunch before doing a drive-by of Hardy’s home in a very upscale area of the city. They slowed perceptively on their second pass, so that Kegan could take some photos—a ploy, they hoped, that would clue in whoever might be watching that they were interested in the house. That had been Gage’s suggestion. The minor slip that would let Hardy know they were in town now to deal with him.
“Maybe we should become handlers. They sure live well,” Gage commented.
“At least the ones conniving with Patterson do,” Kegan replied. “Being a bastard pays, if you can live with the guilt.”
“Not sure they feel guilty,” Ash replied sourly.
The others agreed.
“Is half the country older than sin?” Ash asked an hour later, looking at the building, which appeared to have been buil
