CHAPTER THIRTY-THREEJessica
The plan was for me to return to Liz’s apartment by cab. As
George and his nameless twin busied themselves preparing to leave, Liz drew me
aside, out of their earshot.
“Don’t worry. I have your back, too,” she murmured.
“What do you mean?” I whispered, checking my belt buckle
reflexively to make sure I hadn’t left the hidden listening device on.
“I’ll keep the security detail in the wings. Just in case.”
Just in case what? From what I’d seen of Cotter and his
sidekick Billy, I wasn’t overly impressed. Cotter seemed capable enough, but
Billy? I sincerely hoped the Feds would come through in an emergency, because I
didn’t want to rely on the Abbott and Costello of security guard teams.
“Could you do me favor?” I asked Liz, digging the note from my
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