Jordan
“IT’S DONE,” I said into the phone.
“And how do I know this?” asked the voice.
“Watch the news tonight,” I replied.
She sighed. “Thank you.”
“You can do so by getting me that passport and driver’s license.”
“It’s ready. So is the social security number.”
I sighed in relief. “So, there’s nothing fishy about the new ID? It’s legit?”
“You’re damn right and I worked very hard to pull this one off. Just like I knew you’d do the same for me.”
I thought of the man I’d murdered an hour before. He owned a casino and was one of the biggest crooks in Vegas. Needless to say, his security had been tight. So tight that it had taken me almost two weeks to get close enough to the mafia man and earn both his interest and trust. It had been one of my most challenging jobs, especially since I
