CHAPTER 188

Rack

“We’re heading to the first vehicle I found for sale.” I notice her looking down at the receipt.

“What do you actually do for a living?” she asks.

I knew the question would come up eventually. “I work security for Xavier Moon.” If she recognizes his name, my answer will lead to more questions. I told her I wouldn’t lie. There are things I can’t talk about and I’ll relay exactly that if her questions touch sensitive areas.

She looks back down at the receipt. “He must pay quite well.”

I think about my foreign account with more than ten times what this one has. “Moon takes care of his employees,” is all I say.

“I’ve never seen half a million dollars even on paper.”

“What?”

“You withdrew thirty thousand dollars and have half a million left. I can’t even imagine.”

I place my hand out and she hands me the receipt. I’m driving, so I take only a quick look at the small paper. Sure enough, I have five hundred and one thousand dollars remaining.

“Gomez,” I mutter.

“Is that code for somethi