Chapter 63
“Shut the door.” Jameson turned away and stalked toward the small sofa. He threw himself down on it and negligently crossed his legs. “What have you got for me?”
“Ace, Stan, and Trip are keeping an eye on the place.” He’d worked with these men often, and trusted them. Right now they were riding lawnmowers, blowing the grass cuttings into the street, and edging the sidewalk a few houses away from the Jackson place. Their job was to learn as much as they could about the area.
Some people were gonna come home from work and be surprised to find their yards manicured.
Deuce’s men would have tried for the Jackson property itself, but it turned out Jackson preferred to mow his lawn himself, although he left trimming the shrubs to a couple of guys from his construction crew.
“And?”