'Is there any way you can sound him out?'
'Difficult without showing my hand.'
'I suppose so. Have you thought about going to the police?'
Jesse rocked back on his heels as if Evan had hit him and held up his hands. 'No way. One, I can't risk Diane finding out, and two, they've been through my wallet and my phone; they know where I work too. Just think how it would look; the company sends me down to see some important clients and what do I do? Get shitfaced and walk smack bang into some sordid scam. What if that gets back to the clients? It's an expensive mistake if we lose a client as a result of some scandal. You know what rich people and scandal are like. I'd be out on my ear before I knew it.' He snorted. 'They'd probably fire me first just to be on the safe side. No job and no wife; I'd rather pay the thirty grand.'
'That's what they're relying on. That's probably why they're not pushing harder.'
Jesse considered the implications of what Evan had just said. He started to fiddle with knobs on his watch as he thought. Evan thought there was a good chance the manufacturer put them on just so people could play with them.
'What, you mean like they've got some scumbag's algorithm—plug in my job, my wife, an expensive watch and a fat wallet, push the button and out comes thirty grand. He'll roll over on that but don't push any harder.'
'Something like that. They've probably got an app on their phone does it for them.'
Evan almost wished he was in a situation where he'd been assessed as good for a thirty thousand hit. More like thirty bucks. The girls would probably have bought him a drink. Maybe even a pro bono BJ. What was the name of that club again?
Jesse was almost out the door when he stopped and hesitated. He seemed at a loss for words; like he had something he wanted to say but didn't know where to start. He fiddled with his expensive watch again and cleared his throat. With an awful premonition Evan knew he was about to say something about Sarah. He crossed the room briskly and slapped him on the back, steering him out into the hallway.
'It was good to see you, Sticky. We should have a beer some time. I'll give you a call in a couple of days.' He pushed the button for the elevator and headed back into his office, closing the door firmly behind him, before Jesse had a chance to say what was on his mind.
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
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