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Good question. I pulled out my cell and called Mike, crossing fingers and toes while it rang. All two and half times.
“Mike, tell me you’ve got something for me,” I said.
“I’ve got three possibilities,” Mike said. “Two in Joseph Todd’s name and one in someone else’s.”
“Hold on, Mike. I’m going to put you on speaker. I’m here with …” I paused. If things went south, I wanted to keep Mike in the dark—and out of trouble—as much as possible. “A friend.”
Mike was silent, but I wasn’t sure if that’s because he was pissed off, or if he was waiting because he figured I was fiddling with the phone. “Okay, fine. You still there, Sydney and friend?”
No doubt now. He was pissed.
“We’re here, Mike. What’s the third property, the one that’s not in the Senator’s name?”
The cell phones didn’t pi
