“Uh, no. I haven’t seen him since he and Sonny took off on that errand. Hasn’t he come back yet?”

“He did. About an hour ago. They were heading to their place to get ready for tonight. I called to ask them to swing by early, but I’m not getting an answer.”

“Ah, well, Jaz…dropped his phone earlier…”

“I called him after you left, and it was working fine. Sonny isn’t answering either. I’m concerned. Jaz can be high strung, and I know he wasn’t happy at being left out tonight, but to ignore my calls…”

“Even if he did, Sonny wouldn’t.”

“I’ll check with the others, then maybe head to their place.” He hesitated. “If I do, I could use a second pair of eyes, if you’re free.”

My chest constricted. If Guy wanted “a second pair of eyes” he’d pick one of the others. Asking me meant he wanted a service the others couldn’t provide: chaos detection.

He thought something had happened to Jaz and Sonny.

“Sure,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “Give me a call and I’ll be there.”

I disconnected and slumped into a chair. Karl didn’t ask what had happened—he wasn’t one to avoid eavesdropping or pretend he had.

“Maybe they’re just out of the cell-service area,” I said. In Miami. Right. “Or they could be someplace that’s blocked reception—a restaurant maybe. Yes, that’s probably it. Guy can be a little paranoid.”

“Not a bad trait in a leader, particularly when it comes to the safety of his subordinates.”

My phone rang again. Guy calling back. He’d contacted Bianca, then Rodriguez—who was with Tony and Max. None of them had seen or heard from Jaz or Sonny since the meeting. Guy gave me an address. I said I’d be there in twenty minutes.

JAZ AND SONNY’S place was what I’d expected: a well-kept walkup in a neighborhood that straddled the line between dubious and dangerous. They could afford better, but this was decent enough, and they probably didn’t spend much time here.

People who’ve gone through rough times financially seem to have two responses when their fortunes change. Some spend the money as fast as they can, treating themselves to everything they missed. Others are careful, determined to have some left over if the flow ebbs. At first glance, you’d peg Jaz and Sonny as type one. But they weren’t as careless as they seemed, especially Sonny.