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“Are they?”
“Maybe I just want to catch bad people, like you used to do as a cop.”
“Are you saying you’re a cop?”
“Do you have to be a cop to catch bad people?”
“A snitch then? Or a plant working with the cops?”
She looked at her notebook, running down a few possibilities.Play shrink for a bit to shake things up.“And how does that make you feel?”
“What the hell does that mean?” Gibson snapped.
“Does that make you feel more comfortable working with me? That we’re on the same side?”
“I don’t know that.”
“Not yet. But we could get there, right?”
“It all depends. Who are you working with?”
“Did you ever reveal that to a stranger while you were undercover?” She put a checkmark in one box next to a line of goals in her notebook.Okay, she’s tacitly accepted that I am what I say I am.
“I think this situation might be a little different, don’t you?”
She looked at the computer clock and smiled.Terrific segue because I have another appointment.“On the contrary, I think we’ve accomplished a lot with this call. It gives us something to build on next time.”
“You really haven’t told me anything!”
“Of course I have, Mickey. Let me recount for you. Pottinger was a criminal on a global scale. I managed to find out about this. There are people out there who want to kill me. The same ones who probably killed Pottinger. I know you were skeptical of the breadth of his heinous actions, but I can assure you that what I gave you is not an exhaustive list by any means. Now you have some things to check out.”
“It would help a lot if I had his real name.”
Praise her.“I’m sure with all your talents and experience you can discover that. I didn’t involve you in this because you’re second-rate, Mickey.”
“I actuallyhavetaken some steps.”
“Excellent. And who knows, before much more time passes, you’ll let me call you Mick.”
And next time don’t make it so easy. People grow from challenges and I’m no exception.
She clicked off and finished her makeup. She rose and took off her robe. She was naked underneath. She wrapped a pushup bra around her bosom, slid on a thong, wriggled into a tight black dress, and completed the outfit with dark stockings and four-inch heels.
She checked her image in a full-length mirror.
It was good, no, better than good. She was not beautiful. She was even better.I can sell the line with average looks and a tall, thin, small-chested frame because I exude confidence, refuse to back down, and can read a room better than anyone. And really, what else does one need to do to make it in this life? Hell, with just the right eyeliner I can rule the world.
She walked over to her desk and looked at the open spiral notebook. She closed it, revealing the cover on which she had placed a label that readMICKEY GIBSON AND THE PLAN. It sat next to a half-dozen other notebooks with their own little neatly organized esoteric worlds lying therein.
She wasn’t full-on OCD. Yet. But it was probably only a matter of time.
But then, with my history, what else could I expect? You build walls to keep the boogeyman away as long as you can.
She grabbed a large tote bag with things already packed neatly in it, and a wrap, and walked out the door.
To go to work.
CHAPTER11
