I looked at the wall clock.
Damn!
My date with Janet was scheduled for 8:00 p.m. It was 7:42 p.m. when I finally reached home. My nerves were buzzing, my hands trembling, and sweat clinging to my shirt like a second skin.
I hadn’t stopped shaking since the g*n was pressed against my skull in the car. Twenty-four hours to come up with the money or Kent dies. Just like that. As if it were a business transaction. As if Kent were an overdue bill.
Now, I had less than a day.
Good a thing I had accepted McGregor’s deal.
I just had to relate the news to Janet, not everything. Just the part where I couldn't see her anymore because I was getting engaged with business.
Settling on the couch, I tried to gather my thoughts when my phone buzzed. Janet was calling.
It was time for our date, and
