3 Chapter 3

I knew it was Jimmy, even though he didn’t leave his name and his number didn’t come up on the Caller ID. I called back to say I’d be there in an hour. His sleepy response was, “I’ll be here.”

When I got home, I put my ill-gotten gains in my safe, which was hidden behind a fake breaker box in the laundry room. I showered—after removing the mustache I was sporting, and putting away the contact lenses I’d been wearing—got dressed in jeans and a turtleneck, put on my leather bomber jacket, and took off.

Jimmy is a casual friend—good in bed and not at all nosy. As far as he’s concerned, I’m a certified financial planner—which I am, since it puts me in contact with people who have money and doesn’t eat up a lot of my time if I don’t want it to. It also explains why I can afford to live in a very expensive condo building with top-of-the-line security. Not bad for a guy who turned thirty-two just over a monthago.