“Hundred grand,” I proposed, sliding the offer across the tense space between us. “Half up front. Get the rest when the mole’s name is in my hands. Then we proceed to the other business.” Steve’s jaw twitched, eyes narrowing as he stared me down.“Sure.”I moved to the car, popped the trunk, and yanked out the thick envelope. I tossed it to him and he caught it mid-air, tore the flap open with a quick rip, and started flipping through the stacks of hundreds. His thumb rifled the edges, the cash flipping under his fingers.“I’m in.” He shoved the envelope inside his jacket and turned, boots scraping as he started walking away.“47 Willow Lane,” I called after him. “Nice little place. That’s where your wife keeps the kids on weekends, right?”He stopped dead, shoulders bunching tight, and turned back to me.“Familiar right?”He shook his head, mouth opening then closing without a sound, shoulders rigid, but he kept his face neutral. “12 Cedar Drive or unit 214 off Route 9?” I tilted m
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