14: What were the Odds?
WHITE MADE A SECOND COPY before shutting down the computer. He gave the original to Jordan.
‘I’m going to Ruby’s,’ he said.
‘I’m goin’ with ya, buddy.’
‘You can’t. I don’t have a key to her place. I’m breaking and entering, so take my advice—stay away.’
‘You’re forgetting something; I have diplomatic immunity, you don’t. So, take my advice—take me along.’
They stared at each other, each thinking it was futile to argue. Stubbornness was written on their faces and stamped on their personalities. They were both dressed for burglary, anyway. In this instance, as in most cases, they were wearing dark clothing.
‘Let’s go then.’
On the way out, White grabbed his rucksack with climbing gear.
They took Jordan’s black SUV.
White remembered he had left his open-toppe
