Selling the Apartment

KACELA

Jones looked at me for a second then threw back his head and laughed.  We were getting quite the audience at this time which is what I wanted.  I needed everyone’s attention to be on me so that Jarrett could sneak in and copy files from the computer.  I suspected that this bar was also involved in Jones’ schemes, most likely laundering the money that came from his illicit wares. 

“What makes you think I’m involved in something like that?” he asked, mildly.  I grinned at him. 

“Oh, Jones.  I know so much more than you give me credit for,” I said.  I leaned forward to speak to him, conscious of the audience I had.  “I broke into your office tonight,” I whispered.  “You’ve been a bad, bad boy.”

He started for a moment and then shrugged.  “Nope.  I have a state-of-the-art security system.  No way you could have