Sable felt the car weaving and knew Arch was a bundle of nerves. “Slow down,” she said calmly. “There’s a liquor store ahead. Be a dear and buy me a bottle of Jack Daniels, hundred proof.”
“That’s my favorite!” he exclaimed.
“What a coincidence!” As soon as Arch exited the car, Sable reminded herself how much she despised bourbon, even quality bourbon.
Returning minutes later, Arch said excitedly, “Maybe we can celebrate after we hand off the money. How’d you get tangled up in this?”
“Whoever hatched this plot wanted to involve a lot of innocent people. Makes it harder to identify the guilty ones. OK, it should be time to pick up the money at the bank. Take the next right after the liquor store—”
“I know,” Arch interrupted. “The bank is on the same street as my office, two blocks sout
