I stood transfixed by the rain. I had done cases for the government before, but not like this. Of course, she wasn't like any G-man I had ever seen. That short red dress and legs that won't quit. She took another drag off her cigarette.
"So Mr. Rook, are you in with our proposal?” she asked.
"What is it I'll exactly be doing?” I replied.
"A little consulting, a little freelance, hard to say really.” she equivocated.
I don't get in a van without an ace up my sleeve, and right now gorgeous was dealing me strikes.
“I’m in.”
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