Martin set his stack of towels and linens on the small desk. “That I am.”
“Oh, wow, it’s an honor, sir ... I mean, the circumstances aren’t—look, you can take the bottom bunk, a man like you shouldn’t have to climb up on this rickety thing.”
“Thank you,” Martin said, unfolding one of the steel chairs and taking a seat. “But don’t worry about all that now. Tell me about yourself.”
“Uh, my name’s Raymond Greene, and I used to work for Groshawk Investments. I was only there eleven months. I got a job there right out of college. I thought I had it made, but....” His voice faltered.
“Did you get caught in the embezzlement scam Hobson was running?” Martin asked gently.
“Yes,” Raymond replied, looking profoundly depressed. His glasses were slipping down his nose, and he pushed them up with a
