“One last thing.” I scribbled clumsily, the bandages slowed my progress, but I managed it, then I headed for the ambulance. As I walked there, I could see and hear Spada still trying to bluster his way out of the jam he was in. I stood at the ambulance’s back doors. His uninjured arm cuffed to the gurney, an IV going, and a cop standing by, but the arrogant look on his face was still there. He turned to face me with such a look of contempt in his eyes. I held the sheet of paper up so he could read it, and then watched as he did it. The note read simply: Tim wins.

Spada wanted me dead, I could tell, but he’d lost his best chance out on the water. Nada was talking, Leon and the Williams brothers wouldn’t go down without fingering someone else first, and Spada had certainly lost the loyalty of the wife he’d tried to stick holding the bag. I was looking at a dead man, and both of us knew it. He’d considered it all a game, a game he’d lost in the end. Spada opened his mouth to say something, but I didn’t wait for it. I turned and walked back to the car.

I looked from Ben to Weber and back. “The three of us? We’re going to have to set some ground rules, or else it’s gonna get stupid.”

Ben grinned playfully. “Not for me. I got the best seat in the house.”

Weber shot me a look. “I got this. You got this?”

I studied him. “Oh, I got this.”

Ben grumbled. “Ground rule number one? Can that shit. I’m standing right here. And, seriously, what were you thinking?”

I fanned my shirt, trying to dry myself. “Just now?” I glanced over at Weber, grinned. I was sure Ben didn’t want to know what was running through my mind at that moment.

Ben pulled a face, his hands fisted on his hips. “When you jumped into that lake.”

“I remember thinking, ‘OMG, this water is friggin’ cold.’”

Ben’s eyes narrowed. “I’m done talking to you. Get in. I’ll drive you home.”

“No, drive me to the hospital. I need to check on Jung. The rental should be okay here till morning, right? I can’t afford to lose two cars on this job.” I shot a dangerous look at the ambulance as it sped away. “Shoot, I forgot to ask him which one of his hired numskulls torched my car.”

Ben stared at me in disbelief. “What difference does it make who torched it? It’s torched. And you’ll go to the hospital for Yoga Boy, but not for yourself?”