Chapter 3
After having relieved Saunders of a sizable amount of cash, I put in time on my ‘day job’ as a financial planner. It’s a one-man business, if you don’t count Dora, my part-time secretary. I work as much by phone as in person—but I do have clients who want to speak one-on-one with me, so I made it a practice to be in the office four mornings a week to meet with them.
When Friday night rolled around, I decided to go to the club for my own enjoyment.
As far as I was concerned there’s generally only one real reason to go there—and it’s not for the drinks or the food, as good as they may be. So when I see someone who interests me, I move in to strike up a conversation.
That happened tonight—with unexpected results.
I had my usual scotch in hand when I walked into the back room. T
