Corky Bastard
It was the confirmation enzo needed, if only to ensure he didn’t put the wrong man’s daughter through the wringer.
“Software development,” she said, just like he knew she would. “But he’s retired, now. He tried to start his own company way back when, but it didn’t work out.” Goddamn right it didn’t work out. “He’s done mostly consulting work ever since. Maybe you’ve heard of him? Aron Rumero.”