“Where's your boy?" Mancini and I had left the others behind to get back here once we realized what was happening. The question was pretty much rhetorical after overhearing what we had. I had a pretty good idea where he'd be. The same place I would be if I were in his position.
“I'm pretty sure he went after Calhoun," Garrett answered.
“And none of you went with him?"
“Uh!" He looked around at the others.
“It's not necessary; I'm sure he'll be back soon," Wolf answered, as stoic as ever.
“Bet!"
“Having flashbacks of Arizona Lyon?"
“Stay out of my business, Hanky boy." Though if that Ivy League, military-trained brother pulled off what I did in the desert, he'd gain my respect. Not that he wasn't well on the way there already; the guy is solid as they come, if a little turned around
