Another Saturday night, another stakeout.
This time, I’m watching Ghost, a thief who just filled his walk-in safe with ill-gotten gold. It’s my job to stakeout the guy’s apartment, which is in a high-rise called the Nouveau Palais. Once I get enough info, I’ll write up an attack plan. After that, Otto’s team do their thing and I take my cut.
I’ve been waiting in this coffee shop for hours. There’s been no sign of Ghost yet. That doesn’t worry me, though. The key to this job is patience.
Suddenly, my phone blares the Imperial March from Star Wars. I stifle the urge to groan. That"s the ring tone of my boss, Otto. He"s a middle-aged guy with a beer gut, receding hairline, and iron-fisted grip on my lady balls. Long story.
Imperial MarchLong story.I pop in my ear buds and click accept. “I
