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Chapters (57)
  1. Welcome to the Game
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraphs
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. 15
  21. 16
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. 27
  33. 28
  34. 29
  35. 30
  36. 31
  37. 32
  38. 33
  39. 34
  40. 35
  41. 36
  42. 37
  43. 38
  44. 39
  45. 40
  46. 41
  47. 42
  48. 43
  49. 44
  50. 45
  51. 46
  52. 47
  53. 48
  54. 49
  55. Six months later . . .
  56. Acknowledgments
  57. Back Cover

He kissed her neck softly, one hand cradling the side of her face as the other gently cupped one of her breasts.

“Spencer, we can’t . . .” Her nipple rose at the behest of Spencer’s gently skimming fingertip. Why did he have to be so damned good?

“No one can hear us through these walls, Lonnie, you know that.”

His assurance turned her on too. She felt the wetness between her legs. Soon she’d be soaking. He’d lift her up, hold her tightly against him while they kissed passionately, which she loved, before turning her round and taking her from behind, over the desk. They always ended up in that position, which she also loved, but she did think it might be kind of nice to see his face when he came, just for a change.

Johnny Boy’s SUV was parked on Winchester. Inside, air on full, public radio chattering away, Johnny Boy was thanking whatever god of good timing had sent him to Winchester Auto Specialist’s that particular morning. He heard the sound of a high-powered engine dropping down through its gears. He didn’t bother craning his neck—no need.

Spencer’s Lotus flashed by and turned into the Winchester Auto Specialists gateway. The tires gave a tiny squeak on the sidewalk as the car lurched to a stop. The gates were chained shut. A sign had been attached to them with cable ties. Spencer got out and walked up to it. Johnny Boy already knew what it said.

BY ORDER OF FIRST INDUSTRIAL BANK OF DETROIT. WINCHESTER AUTO SPECIALISTS HAS CEASED TRADING. INQUIRIES (INCLUDING CREDITORS) CALL 313-989-2900.

Johnny Boy watched Spencer start making calls. He turned down the radio, took out his own phone, and called McGrath.

“If it’s ‘yes,’ the time’s now, Dom.”

Spencer was looking around as if checking whether the coast was clear. Suddenly he climbed over the Winchester Auto Specialists fence. Johnny Boy laughed.

“You kind of have to be here. I’m not sure whether he’s got balls or he’s just a total whack job.”

Spencer hit the ground, stood up quickly, tucked his shirt back in, and walked across the yard. Only half a dozen cars remained. Angela’s phone was going straight to voice mail and Ron-at-the-Bank’s secretary was adamant Ron was away on business even though Ron never went away on business.

The locks on the front doors had been replaced. The showroom windows were virtually unbreakable. He walked around the back of the building. The small bathroom window was normally open but not now. A brick went through that window just fine though.