20
Eli worked into the night on Friday, holed up in Bones’ office. He used pushpins to tack up index cards on a corkboard. One side was labeled TACTICS, the other side EVIDENCE. The tactics list was much longer than the evidence. And there were a lot of cards with hasty scratchings-out strewn around him on the floor.
He’d just put a line through another lame idea on the tactics list when the phone rang. It was awfully late for anyone to be calling Bones, and his first thought was that Keiko might be in trouble.
“Wolff.”
A kid’s voice asked, “That you, abogado?”
“Ramon! You okay?”
“I see that guy again,” he said.
“You stay away from him, you hear? Are you okay? What did he do?”
“Gimme another twenty, is all.”
Eli’s mind raced. “Where are you calling from? You’re not with him now, a
