No Smoke without Fire
JACKSON
Business had never felt so right… and so wrong at the same f*****g time.
I was riding high. On a road to the suburbs of Westchester County out of the bright lights of the City. And I had all the essentials.
My gun. My camera. My costume.
Oh, yeah… And a ten percent “down p*****t” from my mysterious caller. The newest, and most likely, wealthiest client I had to date.
I couldn’t believe I was going through with it. But then again… that’s exactly what desperation makes you do, doesn’t it?
Creating a business—a successful one—was like pursuing an uncatchable woman. It was the chase, the thrill, the whisper of possibility that drove you further and further into obsession. The idea dominated your every move, possessing you wholly until the only two possibili
