FIVE
JUNE 26
Jason Shepard sat in Vince’s Coffee House, sipping his second cup of the morning and looking out onto the busy street. He checked the time and figured he should start moving. Leaving a five-dollar bill, he stepped out into the cool, early morning air and made his way to the Bank of America Tower at Fifth and Flower, but instead of walking into the massive glass foyer of the structure, he walked down the parking ramp and made his way down two levels, to where he knew the executives of Global Precision had reserved parking. It was 7:30 a.m., so Victor Redmond was going to pull into his parking spot in the next few minutes. Jason knew that because he had made an 8:00 a.m. appointment with Redmond as Jeremy Cole, one of the aliases he liked to periodically dust off for short ter
