Chapter 2
Deuce always figured he was a lucky guy. Unless it came to love. Or family.
But lucky, yeah.
He threaded his fingers through his hair.
Since Dr. Gautier had gone up to NY for more plastic surgery, as usual, she’d taken Finchley, her right-hand man, personal assistant, and virtual guard dog, with her. That left the DC offices of BIMOS—the Biederman Institute of Meteorological and Oceanographic Studies—untended; she always gave the staff time off when she went to have work done.
This turned out to be one of those lucky things for Deuce—it gave him the perfect opportunity to do a little snooping.
Her private offices were buttoned up tight, but that didn’t matter. He chuckled to himself as he took a kit from his jacket pocket, selected a lock pick, and let himself into the oute
