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scratching their heads right now wondering why I just don’t come clean to the Feds and explain what a wonderful thing I’m doing. I wish it were that simple.
    I learned from my predecessor and mentor how it would really work: a lot of pissed off really bad people would come after me, and the government wouldn’t be able to stop them. Hell, some of the government officials had been involved in this either as a payoff or, in a couple of cases, had a problem solved this way.
    That would be a major can of worms opened. The other downside would be whoever stepped in to take my place (and there would always be someone to take your place no matter how unique your skill set was) and they’d actually kill little kids.
    Think about it.
    It would be far easier to let Agent Keane into my dirty little secret, but the ramifications were too great if he didn’t play ball or thought he was helping by telling his bosses, who told their bosses, until it got to someone who I’d done a job for.
    I couldn’t take a chance.
    Marisa filled me in on the pertinent information: the cops I needed to get to as soon as possible, followed by the slum Will was living in before he died, and then his adoptive parents to see what I could shake up.
    So much for the Keys, but I was glad to be leaving Miami. I had nearly four weeks before I had to be in San Diego, and I thought I had enough time.
    I packed a bag quickly and was through the lobby and outside into the oppressive heat just as the car to take me to the airport arrived. I made a mental note to thank Marisa again and give her another raise.
* * * * *
    If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Reggie Keane had been hustling me all these years, lulling me into a false sense of security before pouncing.
    When I stepped off the plane in Boston, Reggie was waiting for me with a smile.
    “What brings you to town, James?”
    “Want to catch a Red Sox game. I haven’t been to Fenway Park in a couple of years and since I have time to kill until my next card show, I decided to take a mini-vacation. What brings you to Boston?” I asked. I hoped he’d gotten lucky and someone had tipped him off I appeared on a flight when Marisa booked me and nothing more. If he was still in New York it would’ve been a much quicker jump to Boston to await my arrival.
    “Same. I’ve never been to Fenway. How about I join you?”
    I smiled. “I’ll get the tickets and you get the beer and hot dogs. Sound fair?”
    Reggie nodded. “The game starts at seven tonight. But I’m sure you already knew. What hotel are you staying at?”
    “Eliot Hotel on Commonwealth,” I said, knowing it was the best of the best. Over five hundred a night and more if you book last-second and have to make sure you get a luxury room.
    Agent Keane smiled. “I need to get a room.” He checked his watch. “It’s three now. I’ll pick you up at the hotel around six-fifteen.”
    “Great. I’m looking forward to it,” I lied. I excused myself to get my luggage. Keane walked off but I could see the sloppy tail following my every move. He’d be easy enough to shake when I was ready.
    I called Marisa and filled her in about Keane. She bought two tickets to the game on the third base side and told me the Tigers were in town. At least it would be a decent game on the field, and I’d have to bring my A game when talking with Reggie. This wasn’t going to be a social visit and two longtime buddies catching a game and drinking a couple of beers. Frankly, I was impressed with Reggie for being so bold and inviting himself to the game.
    I rented a car and immediately took off, losing my tail within two blocks. Boston was a great city to shake someone with the way the streets have been laid out, like a chaotic maze and no forethought to people getting around. I knew the city well and was heading east towards the beach and the cops, knowing I was going to cut it close if there was a glitch.
    I broke a few speeding laws on the way and might