“Is it?”
“Carmen Savino,” Sharp said, ignoring Sage entirely.
“Who?”
“Exactly.” Using the heel of his hand, Sharp pushed the mag into place and racked the slide, taking aim down the end of his lane. He fired, popping off a quick succession of rounds before disengaging and waiting for the target return.
“Who is Carmen Savino?” I asked again.
“She’s the name you need. Anyone you find who isn’t her isn’t high enough, but I don’t think she was after your man.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
Sharp unclipped his target, and I glanced at it, all the rounds centralized in the head with no stray shots. He glanced past me at Sage, then rolled the target up, collected his gun and left the range without another word.
“What was that about?” Sage asked, yanking down his ear protection.
“He had a name.”
“Did you tell him he was too late? We already found a way in?”
“You’re posturing,” I told him, rolling my eyes. “Sharp is a friend and he’s trying to help. And he said he didn’t think the name was related to the hit on you, but he wasn’t sure.”
“What’s the name?” Sage sighed.
“Carmen Savino.”
“A girl?” Sage’s eyes widened.
“A woman, probably. But maybe not.” I shrugged.
“But she’s after you, not me?”
“Seems like it.”
“Who the fuck didyoupiss off?” Sage gave me an unamused look.
“Do you forget what I do for money?” I asked, a little snappier than I’d intended. I pissed off a lot of people. It was as easy as breathing.
Sage let out a long exhale. “And you trust him to give you good info?”
I didn’t trust many people. Ronan and Rich, now Sage. I had to think about it. Sharp had always been an enigma to me. I didn’t think I knew that much about him, but yes, I trusted him.
The idea of someone after me and someone else after Sage was almost outlandish, but I only had to stop and look at what we did for a living to make sense of it. Sage’s family laundered money and whatever else for the Molinaros through the vineyard. I killed people for fun and profit.
If anything, it was just bad luck.
“I do,” I confirmed.
“Why would Molinaro try and get my dad to come after you if he’s not related to this Carmen business?”
I frowned. I hadn’t thought about that.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Maybe it is connected and he doesn’t know it. Maybe I’ve just pissed off the wrong people.”
“We’ll see what happens then.” Sage pulled his glasses down his nose and adjusted the way they sat on his face and turned his attention down the lane toward his target. I could tell by the way his shoulders tensed he was thinking about the array on Sharp’s target. The tight splattering of rounds that all landed right in the head.
I was a good shot, but I wasn’t that good, and I didn’t think Sage was either.
