“What if— Now I did say this was stupid.” “It's a lot stupider to dick around like this,” she snapped. “What's the idea?” “What if Oscar is calling the good Doctor and trying to bargain his way out?” I said. And I was right; it did sound stupid. Debs snorted. “Bargain with what?” “Well,” I said, “Doakes said he's carrying a bag. So he could have money, bearer bonds, a stamp collection. I don't know. But he probably has something that might be even more valuable to our surgical friend.” “Like what?” “He probably knows where everybody else from the old team is hiding.”
