Chapter Thirty-Six
Jonah
I hated that my cleaning crew had to be called out to finish a job the other team screwed up. The two-hour drive to New York City just about ruined my gut with all the coffee I’d ingested. When I arrived, I could immediately sense something was off. Detective Green, who was assigned to the case, looked pissed, and the way he hovered over an area of stained carpet told me there was more to the story.
“Detective Green,” I greeted him and started to unpack my tools. “Everything all right?”
“Come.” He motioned for me to follow him into the kitchen that smelled of rotten eggs. I fought the urge to gag. Christ, I hated this job!
“There have been complaints that cash has been going missing from the last three cleanups your crew have done.”
Mother of s**t!
I focused
