CHAPTER SIX
A shiny bald head poked through the open door, its nose hawklike between two pure blue eyes.
"Boss, ya gotta minute?"
"Not just now, Carl, goddamn it! I've got too much to do this afternoon," Wade Jackson's polished voice answered.
Carl didn't want to wait. "It's important!"
Wade Jackson sat at his desk, small stacks of papers and accountant sheets spread before him. Even though he had a small army of accountants, he always took pains to check their work over every week. "No one cheats Wade Jackson," he had once said, and so far during the last twenty years, no one had even tried.
"Christ!" he said, pausing for a moment. "Come on in."
Never one f*****g minute to myself, he thought, trying to feel sorry for his executive image, an image he lived up to.
"Alright, what is
