What

Drew is pacing a little, a grin on his face as Misty speaks. As Carson is mentioned, he comes to a sudden halt. “What?” He approaches the table, leaning on the back of another chair and looking at Misty. “That idiot died along with the others when that last job went down…or so we thought.” Confusion and a new suspicion flash in his eyes. “I don’t know what you been on, but we certainly didn’t send no party after him. If he’d been with the other side that long, we woulda shot him dead where he stood, ‘cause he probably would have broke and said too much.” Drew studies Misty’s face, looking for answers.