Jimmy had no intention of getting drunk this afternoon. He had a showing at 6:00 and a closing at 7:30. He decided to head home, and left a buck on the table, he chuckled to himself at the use of the word home, because for the last five months home had been the basement rec room of the custom-designed $400,000 New Frendi chateau he refused to vacate to the bitch who would eventually be his ex-wife.
Jimmy stood up and stretched, briefly wondering if chasing women would be nearly as much fun once he was divorced. He wondered if being married was half the thrill. He'd find out soon enough, he supposed.
Chapter Three
Roger was perplexed, but Joe wasn't about to paint a detailed picture for him.
"We met a long time ago. That's all."
"When, exactly?"
"Thirteen years ago."
"Where? Quantico?"
"Not really."
"DEA-related? Was she an informant or something?"
Joe couldn't stifle the laugh that erupted from his chest.
"Joe, for God's sake, does she know your name? Does she know what you do for a living? Help me out here!"
"We never exchanged names."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I can't stay here."
"You've already told me that."
"Just get me out-out of the Cincinnati area entirely."
"You want another temporary assignment? You want another field office? But I promised Rich Baum you'd help him out with-"
"Just make it happen, Roger. Please. I need you to do this for me."
"What exactly happened with this woman?"
Joe couldn't answer…
"Oh, hell, Joe. Not that." Roger sighed. "Look, I'll do what I can, but it's going to take a couple weeks to find another place-and it won't be near as nice. You know I don't have any more country estates up my sleeve."