II“THIS JOB HAD BETTER pay awfully well,” I said to no one in particular. How that chick got under my skin that fast was nuts. Either I had been alone too long, or not long enough. Thought I was over all females and that stuff. Thought I liked being straight, single, and sane. Women just made you do goofy stuff.
I started counting off all the people I knew who had been busted after some fling because they either let something slip or got distracted. Or, in the old days, slept with a reporter.
And here I was, distracted.
I put my attention back on the job at hand. Now was the time to look up her back trail. But I had to admit she was good, really good. All her data stopped about 6 years ago. No current address. Used to be a freelance researcher, did some light-weight government contracts
