Chapter 30By Sunday afternoon, Alec was on board. In fact, he was positively beaming as he approached me in a corner of Jacob Wirth’s, the place bustling with lunchtime tourists and theatergoers.
He set a beer beside my coffee.
“Hey,” I said.
“Good afternoon, co-conspirator.” After he shed his elegant coat and put his bag down at the far end of the booth, he took a seat across from me. He’d told me in an e-mail the day before that he wanted in and that he’d already begun planning. Plotting, I think he called it, actually. I could see gears ticking behind his hazel eyes.
“So, we’re a go?”
He nodded, something happy and devious playing at the corners of his lips. “Looking back, I can’t believe I had to think about it for a second.”
“With your work visa and my record to consider, thinki
