He hung up with a faint sense of amusement. Dresden was one lucky bastard. He'd been surprised himself when the money had shown up in his account, but Dresden had been surprised even more.
Someone must like Dresden. A rich friend of his who didn't want him getting shot.
There was a small part of him that sighed in relief when the money showed.
He didn't know what it would do to Ivy if Dresden was killed.
Especially if he was the one who pulled the trigger.
So, whoever paid the fee, Kincaid sent them a mental note of thanks.