“Probably just the opposite. Knowing Garret, he’s halfway to Los Angeles by now, all smug, thinking he’s the luckiest man on the planet. I can’t wait to be the one to tell him he’s not.”
“Mitch,” Kennedy cautioned, “stay away from him until I say the time is right.”
“Fine, but we are going to kill him, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are.”