Just received a cryptic message from Destry. Phil ran him up and down hills chasing Mearns all day totin' "The Preacher", and now he looks like one of those Biggest Loser contestants after 11 weeks on The Ranch. Unfortunately, they met some meth haulers with
La Familia who thought they'd get a good ransom for his carcass. He's now in a drop house somewhere in Phoenix in his underwear with 15 Guatemaltecos. At first they demanded nothing less than a BHE, but I got them down to a C grade toplever hammer gun only if Dale Edmonds refinished the barrels. I gave them Kaas' home phone number. The FBI was trying to trace his cell GPS, but sorta lost interest when they found out he grew up in downstate Ill.
More to follow!