A few feet from Jeannie, a bent and torn silver McLaren had been introduced to a lamp post and the meeting ended very badly. Tires squealed behind her and she caught sight of a black S-class Mercedes with

Rebecca stood behind the front desk and smiled at the couple stepping up to her wicket. Both wore fitted grey suits. While the man looked incredibly ... debonair ... the woman reminded her of a movie she'd

One drink was the most Jeannie could ever take during the day, especially since hers had been awfully strong. She'd never had much of a tolerance. They were again sitting at the bar in the Casbah lounge,

Jimmy stood at the side door next to his garage, staring out sullenly at Frank and Robbie. Today was hot as all fuck and the last thing he wanted was to let any of that heat into his nice cool place. The

Jeannie found Steve sitting at a video poker machine in the nickel slot section, almost in the exact same seat as the day before. She'd tried going up to his room first, though even then she suspected

A few weeks ago, I'd met up with Rebecca on her break. Nothing out of the ordinary; when she's on days we try to eat lunch together. So at exactly two-thirty in the afternoon I went to meet her. She was

What a lousy stinkin' night. Jeannie would have preferred leaving way sooner, but with Rebecca chatting her ear off, midnight was the earliest she could get away. The second she'd appeared with Steve by

Agent Le Bon settled into the seat next to his minder, Agent Matins. He checked his watch. Although they were traveling by private jet, they were flying red eye and they would be landing at some Godforsaken

Yuri Yushenko stood in the doorway to his large and ostentatiously luxurious office, all walnut wainscoting, antique furnishings and polished bronze fixtures. His assistant gawked out the window across

Jimmy roused from his easy chair. He rubbed his eyes, still half-asleep, as Rebecca, Frank, Eddie and Robbie barged into his warehouse. Each of them were carrying either pizzas, cake boxes or six-packs