“I hear you're looking for me,” the voice said calmly over the phone. It belonged to
Mihail.
“Yeah, we have,” I said with a clenched fist. “Somebody else has been talking to our
doctor friend about doing the same kind of deal.”
“We're talking about Dr. Nick Johnson, right?”
I swallowed hard, as now I knew he was a threat, how else would he know the doctor's
name?
“How do you know his name?” I asked trying to keep my voice calm.
“What, am I stupid?” he asked. “After the Philly mess, I told Fred that I wanted in on
whatever the hell you guys were working and he agreed. I think maybe he thought I would run to
the cops, who knows…”
Funny how I didn't hear that from Fred.
“You think what happened to those people in Philly can't happen to you?” I screamed
into the cell phone.
“What are you talking about, you crazy asshole?” Mihail asked with a mocking tone.
“We are on the same team here…wait a minute, you think that I'm involved with this other group
talking to Dr. Johnson?”
“You're a dead man,” I told him. “If I see you anywhere around the doctor again, I will
take you out.”
“Listen, for the last time, we are on the same side,” Mihail yelled. “Talk to Fred.”
I hung up the phone and shook Karel who was sleeping in the front seat.
Timothy Gilbert
Damage Control
307
Thursday, January 16th
7:45am