The cases were combined. His and Dana’s and poor Candy’s. There was no doubt Rock would detonate the bomb and enjoy watching Wolfe react, so there was only one option. Hopefully he’d get the facts right. Time to bluff. “I know about your woman. Have a friend on her right now, watching through the scope.” Wolfe went with his gut, faster than his brain at the moment.

“Bullshit,” Gary retorted.

Jackpot. All right. Wolfe dealt with the facts, shoving emotion away for now. He’d freak out later. “Oh, come on, Gary. You thought I’d miss the clues? You hire Frank Spanek as a middleman, who also somehow, just coincidentally, is a connection to both Albert Nelson and Theresa Rhodes?”

Gary sat back, his gaze shuttering.

But Wolfe knew him. There it was. A fleeting reaction. “So your pretty CEO has been, what? Running drugs through her sporting goods company and associated nonprofits?”

No response.

“Through her nonprofits that help women.” Wolfe tsked, forcing amusement into his tone. “Candy Folks tracked down that story, no doubt tugging the strings from money laundering to the heroin market. You used Theresa Rhodes and her connections with Nelson and Spanek to get your heroin out of Afghanistan, and Candy figured it out. Shit, Rock. Did you kill an innocent journalist?”

Rock lifted a shoulder, his hand steady around the trigger. “She put up a good fight. Nothing close to what I assume your blonde would give. If she lives, that is.”

Wolfe showed his teeth. “If I don’t make the phone call within the hour, your CEO dies. Do you care?” It was a bluff, because there was a good chance Gary didn’t care about the woman. About anybody.

“I care,” Gary growled. “Should we let both of our women live or die today?”

Wolfe could deny it, or he could say they were just friends, but it was too late. Dana was already on Rock’s radar. Gary’s radar. Gary, damn it. But if Wolfe’s involvement at the golf course was a surprise, then Gary hadn’t found out about the Deep Ops team. That was something. “What do you want?”

Gary sighed. “Well, world peace would be a nice start.” He shifted his weight, showing he’d been working out.

Wolfe remained silent.

“You never did have a sense of humor. Apparently being blown up hasn’t helped any.”

Wolfe barely kept his hands from curling into fists and instead adopted a slightly bored expression. “I always wondered. Why did you leave me alive?”

Gary chuckled, the sound grating. “I thought you were dead. You sure looked dead, and I was under a bit of a deadline.”

That explained it, then. “How about we leave the women out of it and just go to it, you and me? I’ve offered several times, and you keep refusing. You think you’ll lose?”