Warren Bishop.
Nobody said anything for several seconds.
Then Mace laughed.
Not because anything was funny.
Because the alternative was worse.
"So somebody used my old number."
Cam nodded.
"Looks that way."
"And Warren did it."
"Looks that way too."
Mace shook his head.
"I don't even know Warren."
That was probably true.
The age difference alone made that unlikely.
I looked at Cam.
"Where is he now?"
Cam didn't answer immediately.
I already knew I wasn't going to like whatever came next.
"What?"
Cam looked directly at me.
"Warren died four years ago."
Nobody said anything.
I stared at him.
Then I looked back at the screen.
Then at the date again.
That wasn't possible.
Not unless somebody else was using his information.
Dante seemed to arrive at the same conclusio
