“We"re having company, TJ. Uncle Ash and Aunt Jane are on their way home.” TJ squealed. Fritz wondered if the baby understood what he was saying. “So let"s get back to work.” He reread his pads, put his head in his hands, and closed his eyes. “International, rich, industry, finance, weapons.” He sat up. Linda had talked to her father about money trails. “I should have paid closer attention. What did he say?” The doorbell rang. Fritz sighed and took TJ with him to the door. Natalie Johnston waited on the landing holding a piece of paper.
“Hi, Fritz. You"re not in school, so I don"t need to call you Mr. Russell, do I?”
“No, that"s fine. I"m not in school, so can I call you a wiseass?”
“Yup.” She grinned and held the paper out for him to take. “I have something for you. From James Sapphire
