“It’s good to see you again Dana,” Michael Roan shook my hand. “I understand you’re not with SCS anymore?”
“No. No. I’ve been in investigations with the Customs Service for the last three years but I’m about to be medically retired.”
Roan looked at my crutches, “On the job injury, I take it?”
“I was shot during a big bust.”
He raised his eyebrows, “Wow. I would never have expected that from ‘mild mannered’ Dana.”
Brother, you don’t know the half of it! I shrugged and lowered myself into a seat in his little office just outside of the nerve center of casino security operations.
“So, what brings you in to see me today? We don’t interface much...ever...with Customs.”
“It’s personal business today.”
“How so?”
“You employed a woman here by the name of Terri Sweeting, correct?”
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