Twenty-nineGrand Cayman Island › Sunday, December 7, 2008 › 12h30
The young Asian stopped in his tracks at the threshold of Jimmy’s office. The color drained from his face as he stood stiff and wide-eyed, staring across the room where Jayson sat still and quiet in a straight-back office chair, arms crossed, bare legs stretched out in front, ankles crossed too.
He took his eyes off Jayson and narrowed them on Jimmy. “What’s going on?”
Using all his body language experience and intuition, Jayson sized up Jimmy’s partner. He was about to jump up when Jimmy rose and stepped between them. “Relax, Sammy,” he said, “it’s not what you think.”
Sammy hesitated, eyeing Jayson again, holding his gaze as he sat down across from him, next to Jimmy’s desk. He pulled off his qrcp cap and massaged his
