Jo looked from face to face, wondering just what the hell they were talking about. What was the significance of a single phone call? She stayed quiet, though, waited for enlightenment to be delivered by the glacial god who’d descended to deliver bad news.
“I’ve got a great contact in Minnesota and he’s seriously wired in,” Ice said. “You guys remember Davis?”
“Your Rangers buddy from back in the day,” Scars said. “Sure.”
“He’s in private security and private investigation work now, so he works pretty closely with the cops. Lawyers, too. Turns out, he knows Bradford and Sons very well.” Ice looked directly at Jo, and she almost shrank under that cold blue stare. “In fact, he knows your ex. And he knows some dirt.”
“He does?” she stammered. “What does he know?”
“That Brian Fielding is b
