Chapter 3: sss Man
Twenty-four hours later I received an unfamiliar phone number on my cell. I thought about not taking the call, but what the hell. What did I really have to lose, right? I stopped eating a slice of vegetable lasagna and retrieved the phone next to the Noritake plate on the three-person table in front of me, and pressed one of the phone’s buttons. “This is Casper. How may I help you?”
My greeting sounded professional, but it had to be. A few of my clients had been given the number and were maybe trying to contact me because of an emergency, or they simply needed answers to basic questions that pertained to their insurance policies.
“Mr. Dasio?” The voice was deep and sexy, somewhat alluring and quite masculine. I didn’t know who exactly it belonged to, but was intereste
