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225 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 11, 2016
"In that time, I'd interviewed for a job working for a renowned gangster while undercover as an FBI agent, been rejected for that job and wallowed in self-pity, and then been told I did in fact have the job and would start tomorrow."
"Lois?" I asked as I answered the phone. I didn't recognize the number, but being a senior FBI agent meant Lois had access to a number of different phones..... Shit. I just gave the target of my investigation my boss's name..."
Denton must be in there. I should just keep moving; head to the bathroom and remain unnoticed. But what would Lois say? She wouldn't be impressed if I shied away at the first opportunity of gathering information about Denton and what he was up to. Besides, what kind of undercover agent would I be if I ran away from the action, instead of towards it.
When people left doors open they wanted you to look in. That had to be true. I'd read it on the internet somewhere.
"The second I went near the dance floor, women flocked towards me and started not so subtly grinding their asses against me as if rubbing their butts on my thighs was supposed to turn me on. The worst thing was, no matter what the general public thought, you could not tell how good a woman was in bed by the way she danced. That had let me down on a number of occasions. A far more reliable indicator was the way a woman engaged you in conversation. I had a perfect success rate in predicting who would be good in bed by looking at the way they reacted to jokes and keeping an eye out for those with a cheeky scene of humor."
She looked completely different and not at all like Kara when she smiled.
I found it surprisingly easy to talk with her, and I didn't think it had anything to do with her resemblance to Kara.
"Vodka tonic okay?" I asked. I'd ordered Kara's favorite drink without even thinking about it. I probably looked like one of those assholes who ordered food for the lady in a restaurant without even asking.