Ginny Aiken - Mistaken for the Mob

J.Z. acceded, but a strange look she couldn’t read, not the anger she’d seen, maybe frustration, filled his eyes. “Watch yourself,” he said. “One mistake, and I’ll make my move.”

“Who are you?” she asked yet again.

“Tell her, J.Z. You’ve blown this out of the water, so you may as well tell her now.”

Maryanne’s eyes ping-ponged from one man to the other.

Dan muttered something else, this time nothing Maryanne could make out. He thrust his sandwich bag at J.Z. and rummaged in his back pocket. But instead of the wallet she’d expected, he extended a small leather card case toward her.

“What…?”

“Open it,” he said gently.

She did. Four words jumped out at her: Federal Bureau of Investigations.

Her head spun. Ice replaced her blood. The world tipped under her feet. “Why?”

“You’re under investigation,” J.Z. said in clipped tones. “You’re good, but I’m better. I’m going to get you and your mob pals, so say goodbye to freedom, your frozen yogurt and your little phone.”

Everything went black.

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