Kyle starts a pot of coffee and I slump onto one of the stools at the bar. Lisa bounces in as the coffee pot gurgles, tightening a heart rate monitor on her wrist. She doesn’t look surprised to see the two of us in her kitchen, already dressed and obviously up to something.     

She tilts her head toward the coffeepot and gives me a quick hug before sitting down next to me. Kyle slides her favorite mug - “DROP YOUR PANTS, I’M A NURSE’ - across the counter.  She ruffles his hair before taking a sip.   

“I’m ready. Lay it on me.”   

 It takes no time at all to fill her in on the events of the last few hours and go through the envelope. We leave out the part about the thugs, per a previous agreement. Also we don&...

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