“Sara Johnson.” The name rolls off Ben’s tongue like it’s some kind of a proclamation. “Yeah?” Winston says, his voice is suddenly soft. “I’m calling it in.” “You’re what?” “You heard me.” “What’s going on?” I hear Nick ask. “He called in Sara Johnson,” Winston states, his voice edged with anger. “No shit?” A deep voice sounds that I think belongs to Jesse. “Yep,” Nick answers. “You fucking suck,” Winston curses. I feel Ben shrug his shoulders. “Didn’t see that one coming,” Jesse mutters.
