“How’s Sax doing?” Mitchell asked when Colt took a seat across from him. “I’m asking you because you seem to see more of him than anyone else on a daily basis.”
It was late Monday morning, more than a week after the attack by Gaines, and so far Mitchell hadn’t brought Colt in to give him another assignment, so he replied, “If you mean is it safe for me to leave him on his own, it is. His wounds have healed and while his rib still bothers him, he’s dealing with it.”
Agent Williams, who, to Colt’s surprise, was also there, said, “That’s what his doctor told me after his check-up on Friday.”
“Why are you here, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Mitchell answered before Williams could. “Because he needs our help, or more specifically, yours. He has a job that will work better with two men invol
