Chapter Forty-Six
Three weeks later, I was in the midst of a routine due diligence check on a potential employee. Not for me, but for an actual small client I’d managed to scrounge up through Nick’s connections. My new client was thoroughly legit and (as far as I knew) had no underworld contacts. Maybe I could manage to run my own business without being in fear of my life. Now I was glad to have met Nick the way I did. Who knew that I’d actually get a benefit out of going to those damn group therapy sessions?
When I heard the knock at my door, I rose and checked through the peephole. Maybe it was Fed Ex. Or not.
Turned out to be my pal from the FBI. Well, well.
Might as well rip this band aid off here and now. I opened up.
“Agent Phipps,” I said. “What brings you here?”
“Just need to
