“Alright, Joe. We’re all here,” Turner said loudly toward the phone. “Everyone’s here except Mike and Marissa. What do you have for us?”
They all stood around the breakfast bar. Frank and Yankovich on one side. Turner and Debra on the other. Everyone was staring at the phone. Everyone heard the excitement in Joe Weiser’s voice. And from experience, everyone knew when Joe got this excited, he found something really newsworthy to share.
“Okay, let me start by asking this. Turner, are you and Frank sure the dead cowboy might in fact be Thomas Watson?”
Frank and Turner exchanged quick looks. Yankovich glanced at the two men and then looked at Debra. She was holding onto Turner’s left arm with both hands and looked as pale as a freshly washed white sheet.
“No. We’re not sure,” Turner answer
